The Experiment: Part 1

It's a nice day only a few clouds but that's how I like it. I hear a voice call for me, "Sweetheart! Come back to the blanket."

I turn back and see her long, dark hair flowing in the breeze, sitting on a plaid blanket with a picnic basket, she motions for me to come closer. I start to run towards her, she's probably only a few meters away. I run and run and run, but for some reason it seems like I'm getting farther away. The sky is starting to change, it's getting dark with clouds accumulating. I still see her waving for me to come closer and her dark hair still flowing in the wind, but her face is fading. I can't remember what she looked like. Only her hair.

I'm sprinting now, with the endless amount of energy I have, I trip. Surprisingly I don't land on the soft grass, but on a cold metal floor, no, table. I look up to see a bright light. Then it starts to move away a bit, revealing a silhouette of a mans face. He turns to look at me. His face is still dark but the shine of his glasses and his smile, oh that smile. He lifts up his blood soaked hands with even bloodier tools and begins to come closer. Everything goes dark.

I awake in a cold sweat. I'm in my dark room behind the thick rusty bars, the chains that latched my ankles made me even colder, the covers of my bed hardly helped. I was always surrounded by this endless darkness. From the silence I heard a familiar sound, footsteps. I knew who's they were, the person who kept me, the one I call Father. He says I am his daughter, but I cannot speak out against it, it's true. He told me that I had a Mother though the only time I saw her was the first few weeks of my birth. He told me she had left after, but I have my doubts.

My Father is a scientist, but his work is different from others. There was this creature that has been around for some time of my life. I can't tell you what she was, because I didn't know what she was. Nonetheless, she was very protective of me, and told me stories of her youth mostly. She told me her name was Grace, but father never really referred to her with a name, as i grew older I noticed he did the same with me; I remember he did call me something but I can't put my finger on it. She lived only until my seventh year. She is the only creature that I've known for such a long time. It's been about ten years since.

There is a door at the end of the room, which lets in a slither of light. Even with the light that's in the room Father hardly ever turns it on any more, and that is my only light source for the majority of the time. As the footsteps stopped in front of the door, its nod was turned slowly, then the door opened with such swiftness the amount of light that came in burned my retinas for a few seconds, I rubbed them as he turned on the light.

"Hello dear, how are you feeling today?" Father asked with a kind voice, that was never good.

"Fine." I answered sheepishly.

"Marvaless. Alright, are you ready for your weekly shot." the light made his glasses shine but it just aggrandized his madness. He then walked over to my cell and unlocked it with a loud clank. I clenched my teeth as he injected the liquid into my arm, I was already used to it but it still stung. This time the mixture was a bit stronger and I could feel it rush through my body in only a few seconds and quickly had a numbing effect to my brain. I passed out on my bed in a fetal position, the last thing I heard was Father locking my cell and turning off the lights leaving me again in my dark solitude.

I didn't know how long it's been since that last memory, but I know it has been a few hours. For a while I could not open my eyes, Father said this was a side effect from the surgery a few weeks ago so I thought nothing of it, I went back to sleep so this can wear off. When I woke up again the strangest thing happened. In the dark I could see clearly, I've noticed over time I've gradually been able to make out some things in the dark, but never this clearly. With my new eyes I had more of a pass time in this dull room, however it didn't make much of a difference. After rereading some of the textbooks Father left for me again I ended up just looking at the room, analyzing it from corner to corner, ceiling to floor, wall to wall, though as I did this it gave me a grim reminder. Over to the left side of the room was the old cell that Grace had stayed in. The fun times we had, at night I had to sneak away from Father to see her, I was never allowed but I enjoyed her company. That was the only free time I had away from Father and his lectures and studies. I wish I could talk to her one last time.