I am not coming home

There are things we were never meant to understand, strange fondness to normality we who dwell in the mundane are not meant to part from, else we be penalize ourselves with our own ignorance. There are things that whisper that we should not hear, fearful muttering from the corners of shadow, else we question what is perceived. There are things were things we were never meant to feel, feelings of dread that go beyond our own depth, else they feed on it. There are things we were never meant to see, Subject 13 knows this better than anyone.