"I'm not a lab rat" Izuru Kamukura Angst

im not perfect

Izurus P.O.V.

The doctors come back. I look at them. "What was all the noise about" I feel myself shaking "don't know..." I lie. One of them pulls me by the hair "we need to fix you. More." They drag up into another room and through me at some machine. I dont dare say a word. They play some loud noise and I pass out.

I wake up who knows when. I'm scared of losing the little bit of myslef that I know. These experiments...they managed to turn hajime into me. So what else can they do...? I don't like the thought of that. Why can't I just get out of here?

Fine then. If everything I say is wrong, then I just won't talk. I'm not perfect no matter what I do...what if i just don't do anything at all. Just a failed experiment striving to death alone. alone cold and sad. Covered in bruises and scars, with creepy eyes and emotions that IT a can't handle.

It...an it. That's all I really am . I don't feel like a person. I'm just an it. An object. A test. An experiment. A failure. I grab my hair in my hand and stare at it. I look at the door of the room that I'm ushally in, my legs are tied togetehr and tied to a chair, so there's no chance I'm getting back there right now. I stare at my hair again. The one thing yay distinguishes me from hajime the most. I'm not hajime. I never have been.

I do wonder what his world was like though, hopefully it was better than mine. I don't get why he would give everything up like that? It dosent make sense. I feel a single tear fall down my face. I wipe it off with my hair. I cant cry. I'm not perfect. Not if I cry...