Different

"Mommy! Watch!" A little brown haired girl yelled as she was pushing herself on the swing. The mom and dad were lovingly watching their baby being independent. The girls father turned to her mother and kissed her gently.

The sun was out shining brightly in the park the family was at. Trees were swaying in the breeze and in the background other families were out in the day.

There was then yelling, gun shots, and black.

I opened my eyes only to find more black. I gasped loudly as if I have been holding my breath. I have no idea where I am, or even who I am. The lights in the room I was in begin to lighten and a man steps into the room.

"Miss Brady. You've been a troublesome lady lately, haven't you?" The man spoke.

I wanted to ask questions but I could not find my voice.

Who are you? Where am I? Who am I?

"When I speak to you acknowledge me!" His voice boomed as he injected something into my body. I groaned and gave him a glare then nodded.

I began to wonder how long I have been kept in here. Since I have no control over my arm and legs because they are strapped tightly to the table.

"You have been out for a while," he smirked. Out where? I've been stuck in here. "We must have given you too much of the concentrated dose."

So he put me in this..coma? I don't know what that word means, however it seems right in this situation.

I maintain eye contact with my captor until he turn around and begins to saunter away from me. Then I begin examining the room I am in.

The room is large and is filled with equipment, in which some are attached to me, and others are not. There are windows in the top of the room in which I can see shadows moving. The dimly lit room provides almost no light and therefore faces cannot be made out. However I can make out the obvious about my captor.

The man is bald and has pale skin with a scar that travels from one side of his neck to the other. His glasses are big and bulky and they rest on his nose. He is dressed in an all white lab coat that goes down to his knees. His voice isn't intimidating, even though it should be if you imaging a kidnapper. I believe he is in his late thirties or early forties.

"Why am I here?" A weak voice pushes through the silence. I then realize it is my voice. Laughter is sounded through the room as the man turns around.

"You deserve to be here. The reason isn't your information to be known," he gave me a chilling smile and I didn't think he could be any more vague.

"Who are you?" I manage to ask him.

"The name is Mr. R. That's all you get the pleasure of knowing."

"What is my name?" I'm so curious I need to know.

"I think that my previous hypothesis was correct, we used too much of that drug on you," he laughed.

"Please.." I whimper.

"Abigail Brady. Daughter of CIA agents Greg Brady and Jane Brady."

I try to think of memories of my mom and dad or family but don't have any. I want to feel sad but I am not. All I am is calm. No other emotion.

"I'll send in the nurses to check your health. Until next time milady," Mr. R smiles. I am alone now and need to figure out a way to escape this place. But that idea is squashed when a girl and a boy walk in with a cart. They come up to me and look to be in their teens.

"Hi, my name is Sarah and this is Tom," the girl says. I can only nod. Tom gives me a sip of water and sits me up in the bed. As the water helps my throat, I try to talk again.

"Why am I here?" I try to plead for answers.

"We don't really know. All we know is that you are really important to them Abigail. They've been running tests on you," Tom speaks.

"How long have I been out?" I feel like they are trustworthy people.

"About two years. I'm so sorry," Sarah's eyes begin to water.

"Why are they running tests on me?"

"Abigail, you are different. Not like us," Sarah tells me as she cleans me up. And they both scurry away.

The only other question that is burning in my mind is, "Where are my parents?" But I'm so overly exhausted and even though I want to stay awake, my eyes droop and eventually close.   

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