Cheshire

A usual day in my "life"-

"Subject No. 3851989185, please head toward the door of your room." The scientist on the other side of the speaker clicked off after their message. Ha, what room? I think to myself looking at the white box of a 'room' that I have 'lived' in my entire life. There is the speaker in one corner - it doesn't do anything other except become a link between myself and the scared scientists, and it does play a certain song at the same time every night. Adjacent to the speaker is a camera, I'm glad I don't have to change here Standing from the floor where I was reading the only book I was given. Walking to the door, and waiting for it to open, once opened I walk out only to see a mirror image of myself. That's strange... my clothes were not that torn from the last test. Neither was my hair that messy.

I look up higher on the mirror's surface and into my eyes, the same color as the head scientist-or at least the only scientist that dared to come close to see his eyes. Walking around the mirror, I look to see what today's 'test' was. All I saw was the scientist sitting at a desk with a chair across from him. The room looked different from its usual off-white walls and the glassed-off balcony where the other white-coats would sit and take notes. Now it's smaller almost as small as my 'room', and a deep gray. There is a mirror hanging against a wall, I think that is what they called a 'one-way window (Mirror?)'.

     "Take a seat please, Katze." Dr. Springfeild called my attention back to him, and I do what is asked of me. Why not give me an actual name if you are not going to use my subject number? I glare at the man staring into his blue eyes. "Today we are going to ask you some simple questions, to see how much you know about yourself. And you will answer honestly, okay?" The white-coat gave me a closed-eyed smile. 

     "Not like I have a choice," I say with a slight growl despite my attempt at a bored tone.

     "Good, if you do answer incorrectly then I will simply correct you, alright?" Springfeild stated, messing with his black hair pulled back by some goggles on top of his head. "Question one, what is your name?"

     "I don't have one," I responded, bored "I'm either Subject number 3851989185 or Katze, the German word for a cat." I lean against the table propping my cheek upon my hand.

     "You are only partially correct, your subject number when translated is your name." He answered in a matter-a-fact tone that made me irritated.

     "Not like I care, you should have told me when I was younger and actually cared." I'm done with this place and this life here, I know there is a way out I just have to figure out where.

     "Next question, when is your Birthday?" He snapped me out of my thoughts once more.

     "I don't know, it was never celebrated and I don't believe it was ever told to me. Not to mention the lack of calendars here," Curiosity got the better of me and I looked at him expectantly. For the first time in who knows how long White-coat actually gave me what I wanted.

     "Well, your date of birth is August 2nd, you are going to be sixteen this year." Sixteen years, I have dealt with this for sixteen years... I have to get out of here.

     "Okay, last question, and it is really simple. What do you look like?" The jerk looked at me expectantly.

(Skip this dialogue if you saw the pic but it shows some personality, your choice)

     "I'm about 5'6'', I have brown hair, pale skin due to all my time indoors, and I have purple bangs. My clothing is a pair of torn-up black pants and a torn-up gray t-shirt, anything else?" I responded counting everything on my fingers, listing things.

     "What about your more abnormal features?"

     "You mean the cat ears and tail? Those are really obvious because I'm your 'Lab-Cat' so why ask." I stated with such venom it could rival a snake.