Prologue

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   "Miss-" the doctor began
   "Don't say it. Don't say my name" I said through gritted teeth. I was digging my nails into my palms
   "I need you to calm down. You're safe here. No one is going to hurt you" her voice sounded through the speakers. I was staring at my reflection in the mirror, although it wasn't a mirror.
   "I know you're watching me. Jotting down notes about me. Am I entertaining?" I asked, tilting my head and smirking at her
   "You're not entertaining. I'm just doing my job. Although you do talk nonsense from time to time." She said
I pretended to be hurt. A shocked expression covered my face.
   "Ouch. Such cruel words coming from a doctor that specializes in mental health. But tell me, Dr. Susan, what exactly is wrong with me?" I asked her, tapping my index finger against my chin in a thinking matter.
   "Well for starters, you're insane. You suffer from trauma. You're parents were lunatics and didn't know how to raise a child correctly. Keeping you locked in a basement with no way of escaping for who knows how long."

I frowned at her remark. Trauma? Makes sense. Parents were lunatics? Of course. Insane? I laughed at the thought. My hysterical laughter bounced off the bare, white walls of the mental asylum room.
   "May I ask what's so funny?" Dr. Susan spoke, curiosity laced her stern voice
   "Did you catch him?" I asked, staring right at her through the glass
   "Who?" Her voice echoed
   "My brother. He's the insane one, not me" I stated, shrugging my shoulders
   "Oh really? Tell me then, who killed your parents?" Dr. Susan spoke, disbelief toning her voice
   "We both did. It was a team effort" I said, tilting my head back to stare at the lights
   "There were no signs of your brother" Dr. Susan responded
   "Of course not. He left me alone. In their blood. He left me to run. But I was too busy laughing. Laughing at the looks of pure pain in their eyes. Forever frozen in a mortified expression. It was entertaining. I didn't mean to kill the Robinsons. They just picked the worst time to show up. Poor Alice and Jessica. My only friends. They were in my way though. I didn't want any witnesses" I whispered the last line. She didn't catch it.
   "Where did your brother run off to?"
   "I don't know. Even if I did, I wouldn't tell you" I stated, glaring at her. I heard her sigh through the intercom. An idea popped into my head, "can heads be clocks?"
   "What?" Dr. Susan asked, confused by the strange question
   "Can human heads be clocks?" I asked again
   "No..." she said, unsure
   "So if I tilted my head like this" I tilted it to the right "what time would it be?"
  "Well, I suppose it would be three o'clock, but what does this have to do with-'
   "And if I tilted it to the other side?" I interrupted as I tilted my head to the left
   "That would be pointing at the nine, but really Eve-"
   "Don't say my name!" I shouted, I could sense that she was startled, "now, if I point my head straight up like this" I faced forward, "what time would it be?"
   "Twe-twelve" she stuttered
   "Is it possible to point at 6?" I asked
   "Well, your head would have to point upside-down so no, it's not possible"
   "What would it take to make it possible?"
   "Why do you want to know?" Dr. Susan asked
   "For fun" I smiled
   "Right.... it would take a lot of force. You would be breaking the neck and mostly likely would fracture the skull. Instant death would follow." Dr. Susan said, effortlessly
   "I see.... now. Do you want to hear a story?" I asked, sitting in a chair and resting my elbows on the table. The metal handcuffs sparkled in the white light.
   "What story?" Dr. Susan asked, I could tell that she had sat down as well
   "My story."

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