"Are you ready Miss Heartfilia?"
Just those five words severely traumatize me. I'm not beautiful. Nor am I mentally okay. The word 'okay' is the opposite of what I am. I can't be persuaded to think I'm okay when I'm not, especially after my childhood. I wasn't considered a child, actually just a simple patient. I was treated as if I was non human, a test subject that was considered as an emotionless nothing. To this day, I still have reoccurring dreams that are about the facility. Some are so malevolent that I can't even close my eyelids because of the despair I felt. Every night was a bad dream that I had to live through over and over again. And I couldn't stop it.
Its as if I'm in the facility over and over again, as if I never really escaped. My own best friends say that they know me, when they just barely scratched the surface of my whole life. Though if I told them, they would leave me for an act of pity and guiltiness, thinking that a traumatized teenager like me would be better off left alone for the rest of her damn life. Then, I would have no one, no one at all. So going back to those five words, well, those were the words I heard everyday for my whole entire childhood. From the small age of 4 to the large age of thirteen, I was held in a facility searching for an unknown cure to a rare and deadly disease that was yet to be found from anyone in the modern world. By using humans, they tested many numerous torture-like techniques on young children, whom were perfectly awake during the process every single day. Sometimes, kids even died.
I wish I did.