I turned off the bedroom lights and lied down on my back. The darkness was welcoming to me, I enjoyed it thoroughly. I thought about the comments. What had Skales called me first? Scrap metal? I chuckled darkly. I thought hard about myself. I was hallow. Simply a machine. And yet, I had such complex emotions. Fake, but good enough to convince me that I was human for a few years. I should've been suspicious, I just randomly woke up in a strange place with no clues to who I was, where I came from or even a memory of my childhood. I managed to scoff.
Would it have been easier to be turned off? Why did my father not fashion me a switch for that? I gazed blankly at the ceiling as if hoping it would give me answers. I don't remember why, but I think I started tearing up. It didn't bother me in the least, in fact, it made me feel more human. I smiled grimly, even in my current situation as they bubbled over and trickled down my pale, cool cheeks. Crying is normal, don't stress Zane. I heard the door open. Automatically, I buried my head in my pillow. It worked to an extent, though it dampened the pillow as my head's position shifted slightly. The lights flicked on, flooding the room with light. "Zane, we need to talk." It was Lloyd. How rude of him to invade my privacy like that.
He sat down next to me and put his hand near my head. "We noticed that something is up. You've been eating less and you've been cranky and—wait, Zane, are you crying?" he interjected. His hand had miraculously moved to my pillow, and he felt the moisture. He lifted up my face and saw my tears. "What's wrong? You can tell us, we only want to help." He dropped my head and I put it back to the pillow. I was angry—no, furious—that he had completely ignored my privacy. "I suggest you leave." I muttered. "But—" I sat up quickly. "Lloyd, I find it in your best interest to leave." I instructed firmly once more.
"It's alright, Zane. We can—" "Go away. You can go away." I growled. "Really, it's—" I got up from my bed and grabbed his arm forcefully. I opened the door and shoved him out, almost knocking him off balance. "I told you to leave!" I screamed as I slammed the door in his face. The tears flowed freely now. I slid my back down the wall. "Aw, now you've made him mad!" I put my head between my knees and made an important decision; I was going to start fresh.
I donned a white hoodie, jeans and sneakers to escape. I wanted no memory of being a ninja. I picked up a piece of paper and began writing a message. I used a thumbtack to pin it to my wooden bed frame and I jumped out the window. If I moved fast, I'd be there by sunrise.