Restrained Alphabets

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The nails on her fingers are almost stubby. She haven't stopped biting them ever since the nurses called the attention of everyone to sit in line and wait for their name to be mention.

'Patient number 31, you're next' Said the nurse.

The boy almost cried his heart out because of the unexpected call. Who wouldn't? They'll be discharged after the Interview. After all, that's every patients dream— to get out from the asylum. They will rot if they can't.

Her eyes squinted in different directions as if something's not right.

'Come in' Another nurse said and paved its way, which she did not hesitate to follow. Old room; its tiles filled with some algae's and the flickering of the bulb hurt her eyes. But what caught her attention most was the tools placed on a neat metal table that consists clamps, occluders, retractors, scalpels, lancets, drill bits, rasps, trocars, ligasure, harmonic scalpel, surgical scissors, rongeurs and surgeon tools she is not familiar with.

'If the experiment went good, we will keep our watch on the patient and prepare him for another round but if it did not go well, we have to discard the body afterwards'

'HELP! OH, GOD! STOP!' She flinched just by hearing the dying scream of the young lad.

'Patient number 31' She said her thoughts out loud. Her hands reached for the the tools— shaking. The sharp metal blade hit the light as she saw her reflection.

This can't be happening.

'Let us start the operation now, shall we?' A voice inside of me said. This isn't me.

Not anymore.

—W.K