The Dying Generation

Chapter Six

I nibbled on the pancakes Cedric had given me, I normally love pancakes! But I felt a little awkward in this situation. This would take a lot getting use to..

It was crazy, I never believed giants were real, well at least I don't think I did.. 
And here they were, eating right in front of me.

It seemed to me the only difference there was compared to me was their size, they lived and acted just like how people normally do.

It was all strange..
But I was curious about what Cedric said earlier. When Alton asked what he wanted to do with me and Cedric responded with 'study.'

How? My eyes flashed down to my belly.
Was the scar part of one of their tests? By the way Cedric was talking, he's planning on taking me back. Will the next tests be just as bad?
I felt sick to my stomach at that thought, I stopped eating.

Who can I trust?
Know the saying, wolf in sheep's clothing. What if Cedric is just acting nice to me but he is actually a bad guy? I don't want to die. That's how a lot of 'testing' ends, what I hear anyways.
Is there a way for me to even get out of it?
.... Not unless I run..
I can't, I mean,  we all already seen how that turned out when I tried to escape. I ended up breaking my ankle and reopening a stitching or two. Anyways, I would just lose any trust I may have. Keeping trust, is my only way to have a little bit of freedom while I'm here anyways. If I tried to leave, imagine how strict Cedric would be about keeping me in my little prison, I would never leave, I would slowly lose my sanity.

Alton is already trying to help give me some freedom out of the box, I can't ruin that..
Maybe I can talk to them, get a better understanding of whats happening and perhaps talk them out of doing anything too rash, such as if they decided to cut me open again.

"Clay." Alton's voice rang out, I felt his hand tap the table to get my attention.

I jumped when he did that, looking up to see the both of them looking at me.
"Zoned out for a moment there..?" Cedric offered a very small smile.

I gave a little nod, I would often zone out at random points in thought and block out everything going on around me.

"Are you done?" Cedric pointed to the plate in front of me that still had some bits of pancake on it.
I nodded again, keeping my eyes down.
Cedric took my plate and left to go add it to the collection of dishes.

While he did that, I glanced over at Alton who played on his phone.
He had his feet kicked up on the chair next to him while he had his eyes narrowed in focus at the little screen he held in front of him.

When he felt my eyes, his shot over to me.
Making me quickly revert my gaze away and pretend I wasn't even looking at him.

There was that little bit of silence while I was debating if I should return my eyes back to him or not.

Then his voice sounded out.
"What's your latest memory?"

"Huh?" I looked up to him, his eyes were still glued to his phone.
A second later, his irises flickered to me.

"How far back does your memory go? What's the first thing you remember?" His voice was expressionless, dull. He returned his attention to his phone while he awaited my answer.

"Waking up."
I replied simply.

"Not to worry too much about that." Cedric returned.
"Your memories will come back on their own time. It shouldn't take too long for you to remember anything. But if you'd like, we can try to find some sort of records of you to find where you came from and see if that helps your memory get a jump start."

"Y-you can access those types of records..?" I looked up to him. 

Cedric pulled out a chair and took a seat, he set his elbows onto the table and put his hands together. 
"Well, not here. We would have to do that at my work. That's where I would be granted access to go into the human documents. So the public can't access it." 

So, would I really have to wait until he would have to take me back to that lab? A desire to learn what my life was and who I truly am and I would have to wait until I would be taken back to the place I absolutely dreaded going back to. 
I'm curious.. What if I did have parents..? What if... I had a family.. What if they are still alive? 
I looked down at my lap. 

If they were still alive, Cedric probably wouldn't ever take me back.. 
I hate not having much memories, to remember who you truly are. I feel lost. 
Anyways, if I did have someone, wouldn't they be doing more to get me back? Wouldn't they be coming to rescue me? Or.. did they just not care and let me go, or did I really have no one? Where did I belong? 

I felt vibrations through the table. It quickly yank me out of my thoughts and back into the real world. Cedric tapped his finger a few times on the table as an attempt to get my attention. 
"Are you alright?" 

I rubbed an eye, nodding my head. 

Cedric stared at me, but only for a moment. Then he looked up to his son that sat behind me. 
"Alton, take her back to her box. I have some things to do." 

My head shot up, not wanting to go back. However I didn't get to put my two cents in when Alton, a little too quickly, scooped me up into his hands. 
I squirmed, but whined when a sharp pain pierced my stomach in reaction to my movements. 

"This is why." Cedric said when he saw my reaction to the pain. 
"You need to heal, you need to get some rest. In your little area, it's the safest place you could be. Trust me." He turned away and allowed Alton to take me away. 

I didn't like going back! I felt of course trapped and confined. It's one of those moments when I'm placed in that prison, I wonder when will the next time I even come back out? 

"Are you gonna cry..?" Alton blankly asked. 

I narrowed my eyes in confusion at him. 
"W-why you ask?"

"I don't know, you look like you're about to." He kept his eyes ahead of him, not once looking back down to me. 

At that same moment, I felt something run down my right cheek. I brought my right hand up, wiping under my eye with my wrist. Looking back at my arm, I saw a tear glisten. I quickly rubbed my eye and pulled my arm away, pretending that I wasn't tearing up. 

I refused to look back at Alton, however, I could feel his eyes bore down onto me from above. I just hoped he didn't see anything. 

I heard the click of the lock, looking ahead, I watched as Alton opened the prison box. 
As he brought his hand that contained me closer and closer, I felt a force was trying to pull me away from the box. But of course there was nothing I could do. I had to accept it and move on. I know I would soon or one day come back out of this small area... Even if.. it was for torture or tests..

He tilted his hand, having me slide off and uncomfortably land on the hard, glass surface. He pulled his hand away and locked me up. He looked me up and down one more time before he left all together, leaving me down in the basement area alone.