Test

I don't understand what's happening, is this the test? At first, I wasn't sure because it was like I was an outsider looking in; like I was watching a movie and it just so happened to be of my past. Looking around I also notice a man, one I didn't recognize. Is that my father? My mother told me he had left us behind because he couldn't handle taking care if a baby. The image changed again I'm home now and look to only be a few month old, my parents were fighting and I was crying. 'I didn't sign up for this! I didn't want to care for a baby! We're young this wasn't supposed to happen, I'm just starting to get a hold of my life; if you had just been on the pill this would never have happened!'

'I was on the pill and it still happened, so if you don't want to help me then you can just leave, leave and never come back! I'll be fine without you!' I felt my blood boil, I don't care that I never knew him, I don't want to know him, but could he leave her. This insignificant pest of a man with no name, force my mother to raise me alone. Those sleepless nights could have been shared, those bills could have been paid, the pantry would have been full, so how, how could he just leave her!

Another scene, the change instantaneous. But instead of looking like a TV screen I was seeing a kaleidoscope of images. My first smile, my first time walking, my first word, my first birthday, the latest image in the mirage was my first day of school.

The rest of my life was a movie on fast forward. Day after day, the best moments, the most depressing of times, all of this flashed by.  I saw what I considered to be my greatest victories, the good grades that I get every once in a blue moon, getting a job so I could help mom with the bills that couldn't get paid otherwise. The works of art that I created with my own hand, that Mom had looked at with such pride. 

I also saw my biggest failures and insecurities. Things I wish I could forget.

"Well, well, well, look who it is. The dumbest loser in school." The stereotypical popular kids greeted me
"Please just leave me alone,"  my voice quaked and it took all of my strength just to form a coherent sentence.
"Alone, but don't you want to hang out with your great friends?"  He put his arm around me and it just hanged there lazily on my shoulders. I tried to walk away, I felt the weight of his arm fall from my shoulder but before I could leave he gripped my arm so tightly I could feel a bruise start to form.
"Think you can just leave huh, punk?" His face was contorted in anger and so was his gang's. Without realizing it I'm now on the ground, the cold of the tile, seeping into my clothes as I feel it against my skin.

They kick me as I am on the ground 1...7...13...24...48?... how long has it been, who is watching and doing nothing like the damn cowards they are... when will it end...

Yet again another change, God why can't it just stay still for once! It was pitch dark and my eyes had to adjust before I could see what was happening. I was just getting home and the clock on the wall read 11:48. I wore the uniform of one of the restaurants I worked at and my mother came up to me in her pajamas, she was worried and had bags under her eyes.

'Oh finally your home, I was so worried you were hurt or alone and I couldn't live with myself if-' her voice was frantic and I could barely understand what she was saying.

'Mom, don't worry I'm okay, just like always.I'm sorry I got back later than usual, the manager wanted me to close for the day.'

'Oh I knew you should have never let you take that job, your overworking yourself with two jobs and school... you need to quit one over jobs.'

'Mom you know we need the money. I'm f-'

'No you're not! I'll take another job if I have to.'

'You already have two jobs yourself, you can't afford to take another.' She sighed as her shoulders sagged, she knew I was right.

'Get to bed, you need to get up early for school tomorrow. I love you'

'I love you too Mom.'

I couldn't help myself and I started to tear up. My mom always did the best she could, took as many jobs as she needed, made sure food was on the table, that I can clothes on my back. That still wasn't enough though; as I got older I started to help her pay the bills, but even with both of us working ourselves to the bone, it was never enough.

It changed again and was on fast forward. The next time it stopped was on...today? Why today to look at of all things? It was still on fast forward until we arrived at the testing site. I say the interior again the chairs and magazines exactly as there were when I first saw them, but I saw something I hadn't seen before. That girl and boy who were in the waiting area. I looked at them again and saw their expression for the first time. Both of them were crying, but that was it. Their faces were emotionless and their eyes were lifeless. Like they knew they were dying so they decided to kill their spirit before they could kill their body. Then I heard the receptionist. 'They will now see you in room 116.'

I walked again to the horrid room 101, 102, 103, 104, 105, 106, 107, 108 ,109, 110- we turn- 111, 112, 113, 114, 116.

I hear that mechanical, lifeless voice of the robot again. 'Testing will know commence'. But this time I stay in the room. I see myself, my body starts to twitch and my eyes glow this iridescent blue, my mother is still crying- helpless to do anything. It is silent in the room and the tension is so thick that not even a jackhammer could cut through it. After 10 minutes of this to robot speaks. 'Impurity detected. Purification process initiated.'

My mom starts to sob and scream "PLEASE NO-NOT MY BABY!ANYTHING BUT THAT!" She tries to get up but restrictions much like my own lock around her to stop her from standing.

I see red and start to scream but no one hears my words just an sound that is ripped from my gut. Purely animalistic, tortured and full of agony. "LET HER GO TOU DAMN ROBOT! LET MY MOTHER GO! STOP IT! STOP IT! STO-"

Black.

The process it completed and the room turns back to what it once was. Except the mother now falls to her knees crying, sobbing,screaming over the loss of her child and the body of someone who was once full of life

'Purification process compete. Have a nice day :).'