DNA (Niall Horan fanfiction)

Chaper 9

When I awoke everything was the same. There is no better place for me. Might as well do what they say before things get worse.

"What is planned tor today?" I asked no one in particular. No one answered, they just unclocked me, put on my cuffs, and led me down a different hallway. They opened the door and pushed me inside, while they remained outside. I did a quick scan of the room and was amazed by what I saw. A shower. I quickly stripped down my clothes and jumped into the freezing cold water. I didn't care about the tempature, I was just happy to be clean. That was probably one of the few moments I actually felt happy. Sure, there could be a lot better conditions, but this satisfied me. I began singing. Yes singing. It almost felt like before I came to this testing facility. It almost felt...normal. I heard a knock on the door, reminding me that I had 5 minutes left. After I thoroughly cleaned of the layer of grime, I quickly hopped out and put back on my clothes. Before I headed out something caught my eye.

A mirror.

I turned towards it, frightened by the person I saw in it. It didn't look like me. It didn't look natural. It looked tortured.

I looked tortured.

I placed one hand onto my cheek and saw the person in the mirror mimicking me. Is that really me? I did a through examination of myself, appauled by what I saw. My skin was a sickly white, with bright red scratches running down my whole body. I looked at my face, arms, and stomach, all of which had nauseating bruises covering them. My hair was a mess, not how it used to look. I had bags under my eyes, my skin sagged, and I didn't look the same. I looked horrible.

The door suddenly opening snapped me back into reality. They quickly escorted me back to my room, forcing me to take my eyes off of the mirror. When I got back in there, I saw someone I was growing sick of.

"Do I really have to work with him again?" I asked the boy with the black hair beside me. He didn't answer, so I'm guessing it was a yes. I walked up and stood beside him, ready to do what he said. All the fire is out of me. I have finally faced the fact that this is where the rest of my short life will be.

I'm dying.

I can tell by the way I look. Id rather spend the rest of my life doing what they say, instead of being beaten to death. Literally. There is no  point in fighting anymore. I can never win.

He gave me a quick glance his way before he went back to his clipboard. I sat down on the table as I usually did, before we started our experiments.

"Ms.Royal?'' He asked, bored with the same procedures and required conversations.

"Yes?" I  responded.

"We are going to do a brain analysis today."

"Yes sir." I answered back simply as he led me to a small machine, similar to the one I had with the lie  detector. There was a small chair next to it, with cuffs attached. Of course there were cuffs. I sat down in the chair and he latched me in, and placed several wires on my head before his instructions began.

"I will say a word, and you think of things that resemble that word. For example, if I said green, you would think of a frog or grass. Whatever you think of will appear on this screen. This is to test your brain's health at this point. Understand?" He clearly recited while he began turning on the machine.

"Yes, I understand." I also recited.

"Okay, great." He said with no enthusiasm. "Lets get started." He pulled out his pen and clipboard and faced the machine's screen, ready to jot down anything.

"Okay, these first few will be very simple, just to see if you understand what certain objects are." He began listing off dog, cat, fork, water, bed, house, and mainly anything along those basis's. 

"Now, we will begin your brains ability to assemble objects or moments that resemble the following word."

"Think of fear." He said. I didn't even have to think on that one. I closed my eyes, and began thinking of the moment I met these people, up until this current point. When I opened my eyes I looked at Niall, as he just stared at the images on the screen.

"Uhm, good, good. Now think of sad." I closed my eyes and traveled back to when my parents were dying, when I discovered I had powers, and realized I could never live in the real world. I felt a few tears threatening to spill from my eyes, as I thought back to the only things that even mattered to me. My parents. That moment was the first real memory I remember. That was the first time I was old enough to remember things. I opened my eyes and quickly blinked away my tears, while I looked at Niall. He looked sad, and surprised by the things he saw, maybe because no one can even imagine what my life was like before now.

"J-just think of happiness." He sounded as if he were desperate for something uplifting.

I closed my eyes and thought, but could think of nothing, so I opened my eyes and looked at the screen. It was plain black, and Niall grew very confused.

"I said think of happiness." He said, tapping the screen with his pen. I thought and thought, but nothing came to me. He kept fiddling with the screen, trying to make sure it still worked properly.

"Sir?" He stopped messing with the screen and turned around.

"I have no memory of happiness." He looked shocked. He looked dumbfounded. He looked terrified. I could tell he was slowly connecting the dots. He was beginning to realize what my life is like, feeling my emotions, maybe even realizing I am human too.

"Think of freedom." The screen remained blank.

"Think of laughter." Nothing.

"Think... of your life." Immediately the screen exploded with pictures, starting with my first memory. My parents death. Then it progressed through my years alone, training and hiding, being captured and taken to this facility, all the abuse I've endured, the heart wrenching pain I've been forced into, all of the cuts, scrapes, and bruises, until it built to this moment, and the screen shut off. Niall remained frozen for a  few minutes, before he slowly turned around. He looked me straight in the eyes, and we held each others gaze. For the first time, our gazes didn't hold hostility or hate. For the first time, they weren't glares. For the first time, he understood.

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