*THIS STORY HAS MULTIPLE POVs* I'd like to believe that I live in a dome of security, peace. But I never knew what that was. I only ever grew up in a lab with my parents. They did stuff to me. Bad things. But I was always told that I'm perfect; the "perfect subject". It was normal for me to have needles coming out of me with liquids that looked like the rainbow. It was normal to have no friends, only those that asked me questions and tested me for stuff. But I'm 10 years old now and I'm tired of not being able to be the kid I see on tv. Where they play outside and run around with friends. I want to leave.