The Truth Is Told

I open my eyes as I see my father. "What is this!? Why are you with him, asleep, he could've murdered you." Connor rolls his eyes, "And you cut your hair!?" He pulls me away from Connor. "Father, I'm fine."

"you're not going to hang out with a killer, a disgusting creature like him will murder you." Connor gasps. "Just because I..." He lowers his head. My father pulls my arm, forcing the distance between us to be greater and greater. He shuts the door as soon as we left the room. "Father, father, Father!" He looks at me. "This is not how I raised you, you're supposed to be brutal and mean, I just have to fix you again, then you'll be my true son."

"Fix me again? What do you mean by that?" He stays silent. "What do you mean? Tell me what you mean!"

"Hold your tongue 26, before I cut it off!" I knew it... I do have, "Numbers... What am I!? Am I just like the rest of the sorry souls in this building?" He mutters. "I just need to fix you... Fix you, and your memories." I pull away, "Stop tampering with my mind. Stop playing with me! I'm not your toy!"

"Yes, you are! And as long as I live, You will forever, be, my, toy!" He pulls me along. Is everything I've ever known a lie or was it just replaced with new things, what am I, who am I really. My head continued to spin. "You were unconscious last time, but this drug will have the same effect. He straps me to a testing table. "This isn't real! This is still a dream. It's just like the other ones." He plucks the needle. "Oh, my dear boy. This is very real." He points the needle at my arm, as I struggle to get free, desperately hoping Connor will come at the last minute. I scream. The lights flicker, then the bulbs go out. Two lights come back on, one on me, and one on him. "You think a scream will stop me. You are wrong!" the bulb, it's made of glass. I scream again, this time, at a higher frequency. The bulb pops, glass shattering, falling down on me. I reach for one of the shards and slice the strap. I cut all of them and get up slowly. My father was crouched on the ground. I step back, barefoot, with nowhere else to go. Room C-3, that's the room we were in. My heart began to race As if it were to jump out of my chest. I slip on a liquid on the floor cutting my foot on the shards of glass and hitting my head on the wall, my hair all over, my hand bleeding from my escape. The light that was fighting for life, flickering on John. Tears start to flow, and with that, I let out a scream, as everything goes black.