ALICE POV

Part 3

I didn't sleep at all. I could only think about the stranger and what he had said.

I hadn't really questioned the conditions of my life before now. It was all I knew.

But something in the back of my head was telling me something was very wrong. That I needed to get away from this place and its painful procedures.

They had told me they were trying to make it so I would never hurt again. If that was true, why did I still bleed when they tried to fix me?

They do not let me talk about Adam and Eve anymore. At the mere mention of their names, a screeching siren rings in my head like a warning.

I can barely even remember them to begin with. If I am forbidden to say their names, I know I will forget them all together.

I was tired of my memory slowly decaying and decided to ask my nurse about them one last time.

"Why am I the only one?" I asked, while she checked my reflex.

"You're special, my dear," she replied simply.

"But I wasn't always alone…." I stopped, waiting for her to interrupt. She did not. "There were two others."

The nurse nodded. "You must forget about them, Alice. You will have new siblings soon."

"New siblings?"

"Yes. Many others like you. You'll be able to meet them soon."

"Will they… Will they be like the other two?" I asked, trying to picture their faces in my mind. My Brother and Sister. My family.

"Better." The nurse said. She wrote some notes on a clipboard and led me back to my room.

"You'll meet them soon."

Later:

I knew I had to go back to the wash room, to that very same stall.

Whoever that stranger was, he knew more about this place, the place I'd been since I was "born".

I didn't know anything about my birth, my creation. I didn't even know if I was completely human. I was never taught to ask such questions.

I walk back to the room full of showers and sinks, looking for the stranger.

I am not sure why I believe so strongly that he'll be here again, but I do.

I walk toward the same stall and cautiously, pull back the curtain.

Empty, just as I expected.

I look down on the title floor as my bare foot crunches on top of something.

There, under my sole, is a piece of paper.

"Outside of the Recreation Room, 8 pm," it reads in scratchy handwriting.

I fold the note and put it in my dress packet.

The stranger had tried to contact me once when we were interrupted. This time I would make sure that I got the information he offer.

As well as his identity.