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-Chapter One-

It's been twelve years since they locked me up. It's been seventeen years since they made me. Yet, I'm still here, sitting on the cold, merciless floor. I didn't mind of course. They had put me through many different kinds of torture. The floor was nothing. Trust me.

My Cell was pitch-black and filthy. I say 'My Cell' because it is mine and mine alone. In the past twelve years I'd been here, I'd never had a roommate. Maybe it was because they didn't bother, or maybe it was because they were just that cruel. Looking around I took in the details for the millionth time that I have been here.

A large metal door sat across the room from me. On the bottom was a slot just large enough to squeeze a tray of food through. And about six feet away from the door- that never opened- was a bunk bed. Now don't get to excited, it was old. Like, springs-stabbing-your-back and creaking-ominously old. Honestly, when I first came here I thought it was one of the torture devices the Creator's had used on me.

Straight across from heavy, metallic door was the archway that leads to the showers'. It runs for exactly 60 seconds, and has very little soap to offer. But what do you expect? It's a prison for god's sake. No mirror. No sink. I didn't even know what I looked like. Well, I knew I had glossy black hair that fell past my shoulder blades. My bodice was fairly average but my height reached up to 5' 7". That's what the Creators said as they measured me. Not to me, to each other. Never to me. I was nothing, a project, an abomination.

They treated me like I was a robot. Till I spoke for the first time, surprising them all.

It hurts, do I have to? Is what I asked. So they put me in here, a sound-proof, windowless room. Because I wasn't suppose to speak or feel unless I was told to.

I scared them.

Looking back, I wished that I hadn't spoken at all. Then maybe I wouldn't be in this rotting cell. Wait… when I thought about it, if I had stayed, I'd of been biting my tongue 24/7 to keep from talking out of line. They didn't treat me as a human, and why should they? I wasn't one, only particularly. I looked downward, at my right ankle.

A thick heavy metal chain ran from the wall opposite of the door and ended at my ankle. It attached to a ringlet that had been personally made for my ankle. The cold, dead weight had become normal to me after it being there for so long.

It was just long enough for me to reach the bed, shower, and food slots, but stopped about five feet from the giant door. I didn't think the chain was very necessary though, my Creators had made the door extra strong to contain me, same as the chain. But I was sure that if I tried hard enough, I could break the chain in half. For some reason, I hadn't bothered. Where would I go? What would I do?

Suddenly, I could just barely hear the deep bell ringing. It meant that it was time for the prisoners "recess" outside. Then I could hear their doors opening, while mine stayed shut. Always shut, never to be opened, in case I got loose. Just because I could see in the darkness didn't mean I didn't need the light. Not even a small slimmer came through the crack from the bottom of the door. If only I could see the sun… just once…

The door swung open out of nowhere, trapping me in the opposite corner.