Bring Us Home

Act 3: Neo

Shouting. Machines whirring. Bright lights. Everything is so blurry. Wait I'm back at the lab. The face looms over me.

I wake up with Chopin silently playing on the radio alarm. It reads 7:00 am. I look around my room in a way of reassuring myself that I'm not at the lab, I breathe a huge sigh of relief. A soft knock on the door makes me jump. Gail's head pops around the door, " It's time to wake up sir" she says,
" Breakfast is served. Would you like me to bring it to your private quarters sir?"
" No, I think I will have a shower and then catch up with u in the kitchen"
" Very well sir".
As she exits the room, I slid out of bed and turn towards the mirror. Still the same old body, no facial hair, no change in height or anything. I've been stuck like this, the body of a 17 year old boy, for nearly 34 days and though my mind has advanced and is of an adult, my body remains like this...immune to the ravages of time. I sigh in disappointment and pull myself to the bathroom. As the hot water runs down my back I feel the muscles in my body relax and I feel them loosen. I run my hand through my jet black hair and trace the outline of the scar on my forearm. As I gently wrap a towel around my body I walk to the closet and pull on a suit, my oxfords and a plain black tie. Over the years as I moved forward in age I took an interest towards the stock market and aspired to be a broker. Now with so much time on my hands I have perfected it and learnt the way of the trade. I know what makes people tick, how I can get them to dance to my tune. Hence I was able to make my fortune and now lie in a condo driving luxury cars and wearing expensive suits and watches. But the things I miss out on. I can't satisfy myself with women or drink. I can't go to clubs. Though I am much older due to my outer appearance I am restricted. No matter how much money I have I still have my limitations. The staff are all kept with the knowledge of my condition and they too have all signed an NDA.

As I walk into the main dining area Gail and James both turn and greet me which I acknowledge with a nod of my head. As I sit down to a quite breakfast I suddenly hear a loud crash followed by someone incessantly cussing. I rubbed my temples as Darla entered with a massive hangover. She usually is a bright and energetic young woman with full lips and bulging breasts.
" Good morning, Darla" I say.
" Oh morning your highness", she replies with a sarcastic bow. Darla is my psychiatrist. Don't get me wrong I'm not sleeping with her. I let her stay at my place as she was kicked out by her boyfriend when she fought back. Her boyfriend was an abussive low-life who constantly beat her up. Even after my constant cajoling she never left him but one day when she couldn't take it anymore she left. She has lived with me ever since and I like to keep her around as company, It's better than having to come home to an empty house. Think of it as having a roommate.

She stomped in wearing one of my shirts which hung loosely around her curvy frame and also a pair of plaid shorts. Her face is smudged with heavy makeup which is an indication that she forgot to wipe it off and her mascara was smeared which showed she had been crying. She's the type who proceeds to bawl when their alcohol limit is reached, it's quite amusing actually. Sometimes I feel like she's a younger sister I have to take care of but that is the fact of the matter in an odd way.
" Well someone's in a mood." I say.
" Ya sorry about that, yesterday was a really shitty day" she replied.
" Wanna talk about it?" I ask.
" Aren't I supposed to be the psychologist here" she replied with a soft chuckle.
" Yes well I'm curious as to what has caused this"
" Eh it's not exactly important. But you know what happens when I drink too much. And also as an after effect I have a splitting headache" she replies softly.
" Gail, get the girl some water and two aspirin for her headache"
" Very well sir", Gail replies.
" Ok then I have to work so I will see you in the evening Darla" I say.
"Ok. Bye honey" she replies.
I turn and stare at her.
She howls with laughter which makes me smirk as I turn and head to my office.