It's in the past

Nothing...

Young Martin's P.O.V.
I woke up to the familiar banging on the wall by my next cell neighbor. "HE WAS WEAK JUST LIKE ALL OF YOU! I will get out one day, MARK MY MOTHER
FUCKING WORDS!" Experiment 66621 yelled. I never exactly knew what Anti meant by that. (Experiment 66621) 'He was weak just like all of you.' What does that mean? Who was he talking about? "SHUT IT FREAK!" One of the guards yelled. I never really liked them, especially when it came to 'play time.' I knew what that meant. I'm not fucking five anymore. Why not just call it 'Shock Therapy.' Just be honest! "Experiment 46641, it's time..." Another guard said, sounding a bit sad? What? I just nodded, standing against a wall letting some guards in to chain my hands. Once they motioned for me to come, I simply nodded and followed. As we walked in the hallway of the patients here, I could see some praying while others were laughing. I just looked down letting my brown shaggy hair cover my eyes. Once we got there I could see my dad smiling, but this wasn't just any smile. It was the smile of a madman. It honestly scared me. I don't even know if I should even call him a dad. As far as I know dad's don't cut up their sons, nor do they shock the living shit out of them. "Ok Martin get in the chair." He said in sickly sweet voice. I wanted to yell at him, but I complied and sat in the chair. The same guards that put on my chains, took them off and put new chains on from the seat. I hated this..I hated all of this, but what is a twelve year old gonna do about it? Nothing....