Chapter One

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"Goodnight, Daddy," I called to my dad.

"Goodnight, sweet child," He called back. I scrunched my eyebrows together. My daddy called me some weird things sometimes. He flipped the light switch off and started shutting my door.

"But Daddy, my name is-"

I sat up, gasping and confused for a moment. Every single time! I could never sleep long enough to find out my name. I used to remember it, but all of the scientists insisted on calling me Experiment Number One, so I eventually forgot my name. Weird, right? You'd think that your name is something you'll always remember, no matter what happens to you. That's not true somehow. I've always wondered about that. When a person gets amnesia, they can forget their name and their family, but they still remember how to speak and they can write words correctly. How does that work? I guess it's because I came here at such a young age. I wished I remembered my name. It always seems to be on the tip of my tongue, taunting me. It bothers me that I don't know it, if I'm being honest.

When I was first brought here, I didn't know where here is, I was alone. No one was here except me, scientists, and doctors. They didn't care to know my name or to call me by it. When the scientists found out that I didn't know my name anymore, they used it as a new test to see when and if I remembered it. Now I have friends here, Jace and Adrianna. I refuse to let them forget their names and be put through idiotic tests. I've been here the longest though.

"You know it's time to get up," Adri called from my doorway. "How hard can it be to wake up on time, Josie? The rest of us wake up just fine." Adri liked to tease me a lot; it's the way our friendship was. She also liked to try out various names on me to see if she could trigger a memory of mine. So far, no luck.

I pulled the covers off of my head and stared at her, my mouth hanging open. "I am so not a Josie." I retorted. She smiled at me and held her hand on her hip.

"Fine then, Cassidy. Just get your butt up and moving." I sat up and moaned in pain.

"Ow! My wing is folded!" I whimpered.

Adrianna ran over to unfold it for me, knowing how much pain a folded wing could cause me. How did they even expect me to sleep, honestly? It's not easy, and I'm getting particularly irritated with squishing my boobs every night to lay on my stomach. Adri, Jace, and I were all given special abilities when we came here. The scientists tried experiments on us and our bodies reacted in different ways, though I'm not sure the experiments were the same or if we were intentionally given different abilities. We each had a different, unique ability. I grew wings; Jace is strong--like superhumanly strong--and Adri can read and manipulate people's thoughts. She's tried to help me find the memory of my name but it's apparently really hard for her to read my mind for an extended period of time. She suddenly gets very weak and can pass out if she strains too much. So for now, she calls me any name she can think of.

"How about breakfast, Mona?" She offered. I only groaned in response and stood up. All I wanted to do was lie back down and sleep in my comfortable bed. I can't, of course. We have to follow a strict schedule. Adri and I walked down to the cafeteria and ordered our breakfasts from the chef. I'm not completely sure why he gets the title of "chef," as I'm pretty sure I can cook better than him and I have never cooked before. 

Jace walked in wearing the same generic style of pajamas as us. He yawned and ordered his breakfast before sitting across from me. The whole dining area is blindingly white and it smells like rubbing alcohol which makes it difficult for me to stay for long periods of time without getting lightheaded.

"What's up?" Jace questioned. I yawned and shook my head.

"I'm not sure why I'm out here instead of in my bed sleeping," I said. He smiled and I couldn't help but notice how cute his smile was. Blush spread lightly across my cheeks at the thought and I immediately felt the heat it brings.

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