Chapter one, Subject 39J2.

Deep breath in, it'll be over soon.

The thought ran through my mind more than I'd like to think.

Why couldn't they have just killed me?

That idea went through more, especially on the worst days.

Subject 39J2, that's what I was labelled. I had never known anything else in this hell. I don't know much about my past, I just remember the blinding pain of my first memory, that became a reality on most days.

I had never seen a mirror, so I only knew what I looked like from brief reflections in glass windows. My skin was a pale pink colour, though it often had clouds of purple covering places because of the experiments. My hair was a dirty blonde, and fell in knots to my lower back. I knew I wasn't very tall, from being around the people much taller than me, but I didn't know what exact height. On the back of my neck sat a metal panel. I'm guessing it was keeping me alive, because the amount of time they spent checking to ensure it worked properly was astounding. It caused so much pain on a daily basis, and somehow always lead to me curled into a ball clutching my head because of an unbearable headache.

The pain of having no parents was close to the experiments. Nobody to rely on, to care for me. I was the result of genetic bonding of two different sources. One was Terran, the other I was never told. I wasn't told a lot of stuff about myself.

I had lived at the compound for all of my life, seventeen Terran years. Everyday consisted of a tight schedule that I had to follow, no matter how much I kicked and screamed to be let go.

The schedule lasted for three days, before it was repeated. Day one was the worst. It was the day that had the table. The table was a long metal surface, with straps, bars, and binds to keep me in place. Once held down, they would do the first five injections, before the electric started. It normally raged through my body for an hour, before five more injections. That was the worst day of them all. It normally ended with me having to be induced to sleep, because my panic and anxiety kept me from breathing most times.

Day two was also horrible. They called it the maintenance session. That was the day they checked my panel. They lay me on a table, on my front, and tinkered with it for more than an hour. It made me so sore, and if they touched the wrong bit, it would send horrible pains through my head, sometimes the rest of my body. That also ended in me erupting helpless sobs.

Day three was the better one. I was sat in a room for many hours, answering many basic questions like "What's your name?" "How old are you?" "What are we doing." I don't know why they did it, but it was better than the first two days, so I'd never complain.

I lived in torture every day, screaming in pain on most occasions. I couldn't bare it. I had tried everything to get away from the pain. Pretending to be sick, pretending to have passed out, and having fought the ones in white. They never gave in, and it normally ended with a sedative jabbed into my arm. I had no way to escape, until the day I did.

XxX

Can Subject 39J2 get ready for testing, thank you.

The speaker in my room went off again, making my heart race. I curled into an even tighter ball on my bed, trying to stifle my cries as I rocked myself.

Not again, please.

I heard my door open and couldn't help the whimper escape my lips. They didn't even bother speaking to me anymore as I was dragged out of the room. They pulled me out of the room and down the immaculate hallway to the torture room. I screamed as we came threw the doors, and the table came into my view. They didn't bother trying to soothe me as I was strapped in place. My back hit the table hard, winding me as they did the straps and binds. I was so focused on gasping air back into my lungs, that I couldn't get away.

The first needle pinched my skin as the explosion went off. I flinched, the tears running faster as I realised I couldn't get away.

"What the hell is this place?" I heard somebody ask. They were right down the hall. I pulled tightly on the straps, willing to get away from it all.

"We'll have to quicken up testing." I heard one of the scientists say. Before I could ask what they meant, they flicked the switch and the horrible burning of electricity ran through my body. I screamed, writing and squirming to get away. I heard even louder voices around me, but couldn't understand what they were saying through my screams. I squeezed my eyes shut, the pain almost unbearable as tears streamed down my face. I heard shouts of people, and the sound of blasters, but was too preoccupied to open my eyes and look.

All of a sudden, the pain stopped. I gasped for breath, my muscles still flinching from the electricity.

"Oh my god..." I heard somebody whisper, before I fell into the deep void of unconsciousness.

That's chapter one of my new story, Freak. The idea has been playing in my mind for a while, but I wasn't sure about posting it. I'm still not one hundred percent sure. The original concept I had made zero sense, so I came up with this. If anything isn't clear to you, or you have any questions, please leave a review with your question and I'll answer it in the next chapter. So, what do you think? What happened? Is she okay? Reviews and suggestions are much appreciated. Thank you for reading!

-Bambie.