1DPOV
*Five Years Old*
They were doing it again, talking about the other boys. All the nurses and doctors thought that I couldn't hear them, but I could. They were debating on whether I should be 'terminated' like the others. Most believed it would be best, thinking I was too dangerous to keep around. I didn't think I was dangerous. I'd never hurt anybody except for the other boys before they left. Even then I hadn't wanted to, it was only an act of defense. They'd been ganging up on me, and even though I was a bit bigger and little stronger, I was out numbered. Before they could seriously hurt me, the nurses came and sedated them, not strong enough to hold them back. I didn't see them after that. They never came to bed, or to class. Never went outside during play time, and never showed up at meals. I'd heard the nurses talking back then too. Saying it was better if they were removed form the 'project.' I didn't know what that meant, but I knew that I didn't like the sound of it.
I tried not to listen to the voices discussing my fate by focusing on the math lesson I was working on. I liked math, every problem seemed to have an answer, which I always figured our quickly. Once I finished my work, I tried to find something else to detract myself. Coming up short, I tried to figure out what I would do if the one doctor who really wanted me to stay couldn't convince the others that I was a good boy and a worthy 'subject' of their 'experiment.' I realized the only way to escape would be to leave late tonight and climb over the large stone wall. The only question left was, how?
I was contemplating my options when I heard the voices stop and footsteps coming towards my room. I scrambled up on my bed as the door lock clicked open. In stepped a familiar face. Simon Bae. I smiled as he came up to me. Simon had come to visit me a lot lately, him and his keeper Kit Bae. Simon always tried to explain to me that Kit was his Dad, but I never understood the concept. No matter what I would probably always think of Kit as Simon's keeper, but called him his Dad when ever he was around so I wouldn't upset him.
"Hey, Derek!"he said. He flashed me that warm smile he always seemed to have.
"Hi, Simon," I smiled.
"You wanna go outside and play a game?"
I looked at him and filled with sadness, knowing that after today, I'd probably never see him again. But I didn't let me sadness show, so that I could remember him as the happy kid he is. If he knew I was sad, he'd demand to know why. And I couldn't tell him.
So I plastered on a fake smile and said, "Sure." Then followed him outside.
~ ~ ~Later That Night~ ~ ~
It was decided. The doctor that wanted to keep me had lost. I was to be terminated tomorrow morning. I slung my backpack over my shoulders and stacked up ass many rocks as I could before climbing over the back wall.
