I remember. I remember it all, how his cruel face twisted in glee at my pain. How they locked me away. The unimaginable pain, burning. I remember the searing smell of antiseptic. The blade, the needles. No mercy. I remember, it all.
I had never done anything to him, but he hated me. He worked to create me, then to exterminate me. Pointless, I was pointless. And I was never allowed to forget that. Couching in the cage, in a dark room. So tired, not enough room to sleep. Not enough peace to rest. Scared, angry, sad, in pain? I don't know. I have never known, I will never know.
A name is forever etched into my brain. I want so badly to forget. But still that name resounded in my head. A name, just a name. When everything else has been suppressed the name bursts to the surface, breaks free. And drowns me in memories, of a time I wish I had forgotten.
'Harrison'
I remember, he was my torturer. For my whole life I was a mistake, and now I cower from my memories locked in my own mind. But deep inside I find strength, to pull my self up, to fight back. To bloody his nose if that's all I could do.
I may have been beaten and bruised but I could still fight back, and I would.
I would.
