I remember some stuff, I guess.
I remember white tables.
I remember something rough touching my hands.
I remember teal eyes piercing my own.
I remember being wrapped in someone's arms, feeling safe and warm.
I remember lips on mine, and touching someone's smooth hair.
And I remember warm tastes filling my mouth, sugar hitting my tongue, and my mouth filling with wonderful tastes.
But now all I know is a science lab where I am trapped, and cold masks with mysterious people behind them.
I have been taught that I am not human. I have been taught that I am not to speak. I have been taught that I am dangerous, and that I should not be alive.
But it's all for the greater good, that's what they tell me. So I let them poke and prod, and I let them stick in needles, and I let them experiment.
It's all for the greater good, right?
It's all for the greater good.
Ouch. I really do hate needles.
