Title: This is My Nightmare
Author: DarthHayze
Rating: T
Subject 60, Human-Lizard Recombinant
Hello, my name is Subject 60. I live in a dim room in the center of a research facility called The School. Life for us "subjects", as they like to call us, is one full of great suffering and uncertainty that day after day gnaws at the back of our heads. You probably live in spacious, cozy home with a toasty fireplace in your living room, a kitchen, and your own room, right? If you do, I feel happy for you. My fellow mutants and I do not possess the same luxury as normal humans do, why should we? "Itexcon subjects are nothing but experiments," say the sick monsters in scientific attire. We are their tools, and tools don't need homes with feathery beds. Instead of a house, we have cages the size of dog crates, with hardly enough room to stretch our feet out or sit up. My bed, the flat bottom of this cage's surface, is too cold for someone such as myself.
You see, I am half human, half reptilian. I'm able to maintain a warm body temperature that keeps me alive, but the scales coating my skin do not function the same way as flesh. These small, smooth plates overlapping one another are here to camouflage my appearance in a forest habitat - not designed keep me warm in cold situations. Curling into a fetal position somewhat helps me with my predicament. Although, it does not feel as nice as your blanket, when it is containing your body heat, or when you're using it to protect yourself from the scary monsters hiding under your bed.
We have nothing but our identification numbers and ourselves, hardly anything compared to all the things you possess: freedom, at least one person who cares about you, a home, a normal life, a genuine identity. I, however, am some whitecoat's property, and that is all I'll ever be. I'm not sure how long I have been designed to last. I see my existence as an hourglass, crystal particles slipping from above and forming coarse piles of worthless sand.
We do not have a true family as most humans do. The Whitecoats regard themselves as our "parents" because they created us. No. I disagree with every fiber of my being. Good parents are supposed to bring a smile to your face, and smother you with love. When I see one of my "mothers" and "fathers", I cringe and shrink to the back of my cage, pressing my back against the metallic bars intercepting my escape route. As I mentioned to you before, we are their laboratory tools. Whitecoats have no qualms conducting horrible tests on us. I am 90% human, but I consider myself more human than these so-called "Homo Sapiens." They are "Whitecoats," human scientists who sunk to a whole new level of depravity, and have no difficulty sleeping at night.
The worst thing about them is their absurd belief that they have accomplished so many positive achievements by heartlessly torturing, killing, abusing, and throwing their subjects away as one would when he or she discards trash. Honestly, if you think your parents worse than the whitecoats when they ground you or take your cell phone away, then you are sorely mistaken. Do not be so hard on them. Your parents probably do not snatch you out of bed in middle in the middle of the night, dragging you away with tears running down your cheeks and strapping you to a cold research table that reeks of antispec, - its pungent smell stinging your nose from all directions as they flay your skin against your will. No, you are not dealing with that kind of nightmare. Fortunately, you are not a lab experiment. I'm never going to escape from this hell and lead a happy life. But you can, my friend, you can. So live it in my stead. Live your life to the fullest, don't throw it away.
End.