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Grief, anger, chaos, confusion, frustration, pain. These emotions all fluttered around in the boy's head but he didn't know. He couldn't recognize them, he had never been taught. All he knew was that it hurt and he wanted it to end. He would do anything. He thought that if he could just get to the light it would stop.
But he was broken, had given up. Besides how did he know if it was any better out there? He had grown up with pain; it would never cease. As he lay in a crumpled heap his sharp vision was flooded with artificial light. Not the light that would grant his ending wish. He heard footsteps and felt a sharp prick on his arm.
He heard screaming, it was probably him. And as the lights dimmed and the footsteps receded it grew more intense.
Why won't it stop? What did I do wrong? These were his thoughts as everything went black once more.
. . . Seven years ago . . .
The woman's shoulders shook as she was handed the small piece of paper. All of that for this? She thought. Everything I have for this paper?
"Mommy are you okay? Why are you crying?" A timid, quiet voice interrupted the woman's thoughts.
"Sara…" That's right I still have Sara! That's why I'm going through this torture, it's all for Sara. The woman smiled at Sara and then glanced down at her youngest, a newborn with no name. She picked him up and caressed him gently. No hewasn't her child anymore. He was Theirs. The people who had promised her a better life. The ones who would let her save Sara.
She had already signed thepapers. She handed the child to the same person who had handed her the check. She took one last look at the sleeping baby, grabbed four-year-old Sara's hand and left.
. . . Present time . . .
The boy woke to the clang of metal as someone jerked open the door to his cage. "Get up!" Rough hands poked and prodded him. Still the boy lay silent, unmoving. He found himself lifted up by the restless person and carried out of the room. His whole body was tense. He did not like people to touch him. He made no noise but jolted out of the man's arms and bared his teeth.
But the man only laughed and pushed a button on his remote and down went the boy writhing in agony. Stupid collar! Thought the boy.
"Are you ready to walk now?" Jeered the man. The boy could only comply. After a short time the boy was tossed into another cage. To his surprise he hit something alive. The door to the cage slammed shut. The boy turned, heart pounding, to his fellow cage mate.
It was a girl with long wavy brown hair and chocolate eyes. Normal as far as he could tell, but one thing he learned from this place was that everyone had secrets.
"Hi." The girl said. So she could speak. The boy wasn't used to words but the girl seemed to be. "I'm Max." He was surprised. She had a name? He looked at her the question in his onyx eyes. "Oh, I heard one of Them say it." He knew what Them meant at least. The people who made his life like this. The people in the white coats. The ones who called themselves scientists.
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