"You've gone mad, Mrs. Katrina." "You're not a human." Those words uttered to me as a deep voiced lullaby swaying me to sleep. " You're not human." Fragments of memories combined together like a jigsaw puzzle. Lab rats and cries of pain. Maybe. Maybe. I'm not a human. Maybe I've gone mad. Author's note: Hello! In all seriousness, it might be cliche. Who knows? Maybe the ending would be like Romeo and Juliet? Just joking! I think......All Rights Reserved