Scribble Experiment #810
hakuWhen I opened my eyes, I was bathed in white. Fluorescent, white, blinding lights. My wrists were rubbed raw by the leather straps, and a tall man with deep purple hair worked quietly in the corner. Sometimes, he’d hum.
I don’t know what I know anymore. My mind is so scrambled sometimes. Scratch that — all the time. I can’t remember what’s left and what’s right nowadays. I thought I’m immune to pain, but the needles they stick in my arm still make me flinch. They give me a solution through my veins.
I hope it’s what will end this pain.
Day Z. I’ve stopped counting as it felt futile and naive. I don’t know what results they’re seeking out of me. But if I ever get out of these bindings, they better beware.
I’m not the forgiving type.
