Chapter Two : Alone
I don't like dreaming. I never have, I suppose. They were almost always about having a family. Being wanted. And I wanted them, too. But then, as I and my family embrace, I am suddenly aware that this dream was nothing. Every time. I could not cherish that warm feeling in my breast, not very long, at least. But, this dream was a complete opposite.
I can't quite recall all of it, what I saw were fragmented memories. Memories of torture, pain, blood, screams, and, for whatever reason I cannot fathom, feathers. But, as I was about to awake, something kept me from coming out of my state. I was in a white room, similar to the one I was held captive in. I turn around to see a man in a white coat and sunglasses.
"Hahaha... haha..hahaha!" He cackled at me. something in me then forced me to lunge at this poor excuse for a human, hands outstretched and aimed onto his neck.
"H-hey! Quit! S-stop! Stop! Skippeerrr..."
I open my eyes in a flourish as I awake. I almost gasp, but I keep my hands on him, teeth gritted, eyes wild. I am not strangling a man in white, but a boy. With long, dark brown hair and sea-blue eyes, staring at me in complete fear. His hands are moving wildly at my fists, pointing at them, trying to get loose from my iron grasp. I finally let go, and he gasps for air. I always had too much air, myself, I could not see why gasped like he did so, for I had been strangled countless times.
"Gilligan, what's wrong? Is she awa-" a man enters. I'm so high on my own adrenaline, I jump around him and hit the ground at a dead run, past all of the green and trees, away from the people. I hear many shouts, feet on the ground, trying to chase after me. I was too fast, though. I finally got them to stop chasing me, and found a small cave. I crawl inside, it is a small space, but I can manage. I curl myself into a ball, put my head between my knees, and bawl. I was such a disgrace, a little, helpless,quivering disgrace.
Where was I? What did the people do to me while I was in my slumber? Why was I on a beach? And, who was the boy? Was he like me, mistreated, abused, a lab rat for worthless experimentation, longing for freedom as I? Or was he another monster, an evil, bloodthirsty, demonic monster, wanting nothing more than to watch me undergo horrendous experimentation, ripping at by back while I suffer.
Reality finally sink into my skull, I was alone. And it would have to stay that way for my own means of survival.