Well, this is my first go at a Portal fanfic. I don't own Portal, or anything to do with it- I hope this does it justice!

"Number 260993 please continue to the-"

I am not a number!

"Number 260993 please continue-"

"My name is…" [What is it?] My name…

"Number-"

"I AM NOT A NUMBER!" White on red. White on red. Or is it red on white? I don't know…there are red lights and red water and red red red-

"Number 260993-"

"NO!" I was close, ripping out her eye from it's resolute socket, but falling, falling with that eye clasped tightly in my hands. The floor hit me hard, hit us hard, but it isn't enough. I want her to be blind, tearing it apart is the only way, red water falling from my hands, but in the frenzy it was hers, not mine.

GLaDOS. That bitch. Like the mother I fucking left. Always 's everywhere, always watching me. A pervert. Always talking. Never quiet…no peace…fucking bitch!

But what can I do?

I run.

Breathe. Run. Breathe. Run. Run. Run…. Nothing else to do.

Nothing else to say.

I want to live, but I'm stuck here. I can't get out. How can you live in a prison?

They said I'd be paid, I'd get cake. Where is the cake? I don't want it. But I need something. Something to carry on for.

I carry on for her. I want my mum. I want….

What was her name? Something…whenever I try to remember all I can hear is angry voices, shouting, scratches. Black energy, that's what it is. Was. Will be. I don't know….she's always there.

DIE, you fucking BITCH!

Haven't I heard that one before. Once, twice, thrice…and that last time.

There's so much noise in these silences. I can hear everything she wants to say but doesn't. [Why does she look at me like that?] It wasn't like I….oh, I did. The needle- I'm sorry, I'm sorry…but you don't care. You look at me like I'm dirt. Like I'm a piece of shit. I can't help it; I just want you to be here! Hug me, warm me up and make me laugh like I used to… [Please]. Why did you leave me? [I want you here. I miss you.]

Hey, ma! Ma! Come back!

Mum…please come back….oh god…please-

"Number 260993 please continue to test chamber number…"

Like hell I will, bitch. No…hang on. What's this? A…this wall, it's, like...open. Well, not really, but there's a crack. Something prised it open or something. If I just…ah, fuck these nails. There! Just need to get it open a bit more…HOLY MOTHER OF FUCK! Shit…never had auto-closing door back home in the shit-shack. If I- she's still watching. I can see her looking round at me as I move. So many eyes…she won't miss just one.

There.

I'm in. Her eye makes a good doorstop. Yeah…a doorstop. Like this is my home. I like it here. No white. I can feel dust under my feet and it smells like the yard.

I'll stay here.

Reviews desperately needed; constructive criticism, etc. BP