This is the first story I've ever posted on Wattpad. I'm actually proud of this and I usually don't like any of the stories that I write. Please leave feedback and if ou find and typos or anything leave a comment!
There’s nothing they can change.
Nothing they can cure.
I'm lost.
A malfunction.
A fault.
I was born this way. They tried curing it. That’s why they created me. They created psychopaths, four of them, to test a chip that would cure mental illnesses. They said that they took embryos that would never have been used. That were donated and then put onto shelves to collect dust (not literally, I’m not a scientist and never will be as smart as one but I do believe that embryos would die, or at least get infected, if they were so exposed). They gave the dust covered embryos a chance to live. They weren’t completely certain if it would be a good life. I was born from a test tube, given a mental illness, a cure for the mental illness that failed. They let me live though. So now I wander around Skin Island looking for something to do.
I’m isolated. I couldn’t tell who the new celebrities are. What the hit song is. What TV series has swept the nation. I can’t tell you about what friendship is like. What it’s like to have a girlfriends. I do care though; have emotions, a lot more than most people. I pretend that I don’t. I wish that I didn’t. I try to push them down and hide them. I tell people that I don’t feel anything, I don’t get scared or hurt. That I don’t feel affection for anyone or anything, and it’s true for the most part. All of the doctors here just see me as a creation. Strauss sees me as a waste of money and material. Mary, Wyatt, and Jay only do what I tell because the consequence isn’t worth it. The only person I have ever looked up to, longed for, and loved is Sophie.
Sophie Crue, The daughter of Moira Crue, the one who introduced me to Sophie. She has a room behind her office where she keeps pictures and videos of Sophie. They think I don’t know about that room. They think I don’t know a lot of things. But I know this island like the back of my hand. I know every room, every inch, how many steps it takes to get from one side to the other. But I don’t just know the geography of the island. I know its mind too. I’ve seen all of the blue prints; I’ve heard all of the discussions; I’ve seen all of the Vitros. I know everything that happens on the island. I know the plans even before some of the doctors.
But the little room behind Dr. Crue’s office is my gateway to freedom. Whenever I feel trapped, which is most of the time, I think about Sophie. About how free she is and about how free I will be once I leave this island. I need her more than anything. Love her more than anything. She's the only connection to the freedom I don’t have. She's family to me, ironically enough though we’ve never met. Which is why I bringing her to the island.
From: ghkg874a@mcnwr.com
To: mystifyinggravity@gmail.com
Sophie,
I need you. Please come at once. I’ll look for you on Friday. Do not reply to this e-mail.
Emergency
-mom
I even know the password to Dr. Crue’s email.
The first step to becoming free is knowing you’re not.
-Nicholas
