experiment // gd

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Grayson's pov-

"ready for school ?" Ethan asked me.
"yep , i just need to ask dad if I can hang out with Mack after school." I smirked.
"bro i don't see how you can stand her, she's such a stuck up." he scoffed.
"a sexy stuck up"
"you're gross."

I walked around looking for dad.
"dad?!" I called out, no answer.
He must be in his lab. My dads a professional scientist, and he tells us we're not allowed in his lab. Which I would love to see what he works on, but he won't let us. I walked down to the basement and knocked on the door. It opened.
"Grayson , you're not allowed to be down here, you know that." He says.
"dad , I know. I just needed to ask you something and you couldn't hear me calling you."
"what do you need?"
"can i hang out with a friend after school today." I asked.
"sure , i don't care."
"alright , thanks dad."

Off to school I go. Ya know , i'm not that bad of a student. I'm pretty smart, i just don't like work. I hate homework. It's not fair that we have to work all day and then when we come home to our families we have to be stuck up in a room doing projects all afternoon. When I come home I like to take naps, and it doesn't always end well when I have homework to do and I wake up at midnight. Anyways, I'm lazy you could say. Ethan is pretty smart as well. But the difference between us is that he does his work without complaining, and I do not. Ethan doesn't have a girlfriend , but he always has all these girls all over him. He doesn't even take advantage of it. He says he's waiting on the "perfect girl". As for me, i'm making the most of my high school experience , and I talk around. Girls are hot. I'm with this one chick right now, her name is Mack. She's a bit of a bitch, i will admit , but she's hot. And honestly that's all I care about right now. Because i'm certainly not searching in this crap high school for the "perfect girl" so i'm just making the most of it now.

Aidens pov-

I hardly ever talk down here. And the only other people I ever hear talk is Mr. Dolan and this other guy named Alex. But this morning when Alex was hooking me up to a machine , I heard someone else talking.
"Grayson, you're not allowed to be down here, you know that." Mr. Dolan said.
I can only imagine a million things. So where am I really ? And Mr. dolan has kids ? What a jerk.

He starts walking back over to me.
"who was that?" I ask out of curiosity.
"nobody, don't worry. You're safe here." he told me. Bullshit.
It's been so long. I've been down here forever, i don't even know how long. They do tests on me that make me forget what happened on some days. It's terrible down here. I've probably missed half my life. I don't even know what I look like, all I can see is my little 11 year old self. I'm probably 23. I think about everything, it's so sad. I'm so lonely.
"I HATE YOU, I HATE THIS PLACE. GET ME OUT, I WANT OUT." I start screaming and crying in hopes of someone hearing me.

Next thing I know a syringe is in my arm.

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I wake up in the same place as always. Sometimes I wake up hoping its all a dream. Sometimes I wake up hoping my mom is there waiting for me to eat breakfast with her, but it's not like that anymore, it never will be.

"good morning." Mr Dolan tells me and hands me a plate of food. He does this every morning. He gives me very little of what he eats or what his family eats , because I've discovered that I'm in a basement of a house. And for someone with the knowledge of a 6th grader, i'm impressed with myself.

I take the plate and all I have is a spoonful of eggs. I don't really expect much. Mr Dolan tells me that he doesn't want me getting over weight.

"So, 13. I have decided to have a private tutor to come and teach you every Monday, Tuesday and Friday. The other days will be used for tests. For the tests we have prepared , we need you to be some what caught up with you education." He tells me. I realize he's not doing this out of the kindness of his heart, he just needs it for one of the tests to get true results. 

He started calling me 13 a few months ago , because 013 was a mouth full for him. Sometimes I have dreams that one of his workers feels bad for me and gets me out. And sometimes I have dreams that someone finds me. But i know it's never gonna happen, but I always think 'what if'. My mom was very religious and she raised me in church, and she used to tell me that if I was struggling that i needed to pray about it. And i believed that praying or talking to God or at least talking to someone out there makes everything feel better and maybe it'll give you hope. And hope is what I need in this moment. Down here I have a lot of time to think to myself, well when they're not hooking me up to machines. I always think that if I ever get out of here and I ever get a life that I wanna name my first daughter hope. Because all i've done is hope and hope that someday someone will find me. You'd think I wouldn't wanna name her that because it would remind me of this. But when i'd think of the name i'd think of how strong I was to fight through everyday and everyday hope that something good would come.

But , like my momma used to say, 'you never know what could happen, so don't give up'. So here I am, not giving up and eating a spoonful of eggs.

decent first chapter ? idk. Today is Saturday and on Tuesday my first day of high school starts .. Im super nervous. and i just cut it off with this guy i was talking to. I wouldn't say we were dating but we were definitely a "thing". I'm kinda sad but it had to be done, he was adding a lot of stress to me and he was a bit immature lol. oh well :) Hope you guys enjoy !