The Willing Pateint

I had no name. My home was a cage in the basement of a dark room. There was blood and other things lined on the walls. It smelled.

Sewn into my skin right under my small collar bone where the words "Experiment 0.05". What does that mean? I don't get it.

I was free once. A long time ago. Not anymore. Where am I anyway? Hell?

"H-hey..."

I turned my head towards the boy in the cell to the right of me. He looked sad. His blonde hair was pretty. So were his eyes.

I attempted to respond, but only a gurgle comes out. I hadn't talked in a while.

"Don't strain yourself." The sad-looking boy said. "I can tell you've been through a lot."

I shrugged my shoulders. How should I know? I said nothing. I always said nothing.

"Do you have a name?" He asked. "Mine was Dio. Wait, no. It is Dio and it always will be."

Confusing boy. His name was Experiment 0.11. Did he know that? Don't think so.

"So, Uh, you have a name?" He asked. He played with his pant leg as he talked. Strange.

I pointed to my name, the one written onto me.

He frowned and shook his head. "No, no, not that! Your real name!"

Real name? What's that? I shook my head.

"Hm." He put his finger to his chin. Must be thinking. "Can I name you...?"

Doesn't he understand? I have a name. I shake my head slowly. Scary boy.

He sighed and smiled a bit at me. No one smiles at me. It's a first. "Please may I...?"

I do the same thing. I don't wanna new name. Mine is fine.

"Please...Klaudia*?"

Who is that? Not me. I'm not Klaudia. I'm Experiment 0.05. That's me. But the boy looked so sad. I didn't want him sad.

So I noded.

His sad eyes lit up. He was happy. I made him happy. "Yeah! Klaudia...it suits you."

My cheeks are red. Why? Doesn't make sense. I nodded.

His cheeks get a bit red too. "Good!" He holds his hand out to me.

Why does he do that? I don't understand. I reach mine out through my black cage bars. He holds my hand. He's warm.

Door slams. We both pulled our hands away and cower.

He's back. He brought me here. He wants to do things to me. He is Father. He is Mad Father.

"Ah, yes, it's your turn you two!" He said. His clothes had red stains on them. He was scary.

A women followed him. She was holding a key. The key to my cell. She had his cell key too.

"No way!" The sad-blonde screamed and bashed his hands on the bars. Probably hurt him. "I'm not becoming a doll!"

Doll? We're gonna be dolls? I raised my hand up high. I wanna be a doll. Dolls are pretty and fun. I wanna be like that.

"Ah, perfect." Mad Father murmured. "Maria, get her out."

The woman nodded. She walked to my cage and got onto her knees to unlock it. Her dress was bloody too.

"No! Klaudia!" Sad-Blonde shook his head over and over. He didn't want me to go. "You can't kill her!"

"Are you kidding?! Kill a specimen like her? No, I'll not kill her. I'll forget make her perfect! She'll become an untarnished beauty forever!" Mad Father yelled loudly. I covered my ears. Hate loud noises.

"B-but she's much too young! Not even five I bet!" Sad-Blonde said. Tears cover his eyes. Poor boy.

I reached over and touched his face lightly. Its okie, Sad-Blonde. I'll be okie.

The woman picks me up and helps me into the next room. I waved to Sad-Blonde. He still cried. I smiled and waved.

The woman puts me down onto a wooden table. It's cold. Bloody too. Oh well.

"Now, soon you'll be the prettiest girl in the world!" Mad Father said as he got his tools ready. "People will love how you look, I know it!"

I nodded. I couldn't wait.

"Now, it might hurt a bit, but relax okay?"

I nodded again.

...

PAIN. IT HURTS. HELP. STOP. OW. PLEASE. DIO. HELP. NO. DYING. DON'T WANT. VISION FADING. GETTING COLD. LEAVING...

"You're looking more beautiful every second...my little Aya..."

* Klaudia is the German spelling of Claudia.