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Violet

I'm first conscious to the voices. Whispering near my feet. I recognize one, but I can't seem to place it. Not my mothers, yet it is female. Ugh, my head is killing me, and I feel as if someone was skating on my face. I start to remember few bits of pieces; I remember blood, and glass. I feel if I'm missing something, something about mutants. But all the blood, that's all I can remember. I try to breathe out my mouth, but I can't. I slowly began to feel the tubes that run down my throat and nose. I hear the whir of machines beside me. There breathing for me.

I try to remember my life, some bits snap right back to me instantly. The girls I despise, the names the called me. Then I try to remember my own name, I know I knew it before but… I can't now. I remember all the other names everyone's called me, but I haven't used the other name in so long. The loss of blood must have injured my brain.

Slowly I felt feeling come back into my arms and I felt the stinging from the open wounds. I hoped that they had gotten all the glass out. My face stings like hell and I don't think I'll ever look the same. Not that I was ever really that pretty. My face is quite round, I've always hated it, people always tell me it's pixie like, I really don't give a damn. I'm quite short actually only 5'4 and not growing anymore, and I'm as skinny a stick. Whenever we used to swim people always laughed because they could count my ribs. I'm guessing it has something to do with my Japanese heritage. Anyway I'm not a supermodel and with all these cuts I'm going to end up being even uglier.

The feeling spreads into my legs, I feel a jagged pulsing pain where I had that giant piece of glass stuck. Now that I think about it I'm probably on drugs and once off them, the pain was going to kick in. Great. I try to move any limb, but my body won't move. My brain feels sluggish as memories trickle back. I feel like I'm watching an old movie, of my life. Still no name though. I hear a whisper in one memory, Mora. No, that's defiantly not my name, but it sounds familiar. I don't even know why, and now that I think about it, I didn't even have that name in my memories before the accident. Whatever, does it really matter?

I guess my body was starting to work because I started to hear what the voices were saying at the bottom of my bed.

"And you've done the parents?" I hear an older male voice ask the other person in the room.

"Yes they were simple, plus the brother," the female tells the man, why does she sound so familiar?

I hear steps as someone gets up, "This is so ironic, at least the girl hasn't developed a mutation. However we can conclude that the mutation has nothing to do with genetics of the parents. Those two were absolute perfect," the male voice continues. To me this is almost useless gibberish.

Wait, brother? Nicholas! More memories flow back. Nicholas, 14 year old brother, shy, best friend, and gills! Hell, how did I forget him? At the accident he showed me his mutation!

The girl speaks back to the man, "But the projects still ok, right? I mean she's not dead, and she's not a mutant."

"Yes, everything is ok, in the larger picture, everything is perfectly fine," the man stated simply, he sat back down with a thump.

Ok, I was terribly confused at this point. It's a good thing I'm not a mutant? What?

"So what do we do about her brother," the female voice asked.

"Delete him out of this life, and then he'll probably just become another test subject," the man said no change in his voice.

I let out a gasp, well sort of; it was more of a gurgle due to the tubes prodding through my throat.

I heard a swish and I guessed they were turning their heads to stare at me. Shit.

"Is she awake?" the female asked. I tried to open my eyes but still they were still too heavy to move. Unfortunately in trying to move my eyes I somehow twitched my arm.

I hear the rushing of legs moving, "Shit she's awake, you need to erase her memory now!" I heard them shout-whisper. Someone grabbed my head and I feel as if I'm drunk.

I screamed in pain as I felt memories being taken from my mind, someone was ripping my memories out of my mind. It felt terrible, like someone was pulling my hair out.

I found my voice despite the tubes in my mouth, and I gathered all the energy I had to sit up and grab the neck of the memory thief. The neck was thin and defiantly female. I couldn't believe I had actually sat up. It was the most painful thing I have ever done, I felt my stitches tear and under my clothes I felt blood dripping down my back from my newly opened wounds.

I gripped her neck, I had sat up, yet still I couldn't open my eyes. It was like they were tape shut.

"You'll never take my mind," I manage to gasp. I felt blood dripping down the sides of my mouth and I began to fight with my mind.

Slowly but surely I felt my mind pull away from hers. It felt like that I had needle thin wire embedded into my mind. And ripping out her mind felt like I was pulling out each of these wires. I heard the girl scream, at the exact moment I screamed. We were both in pain with me pulling away from her mind power.

"Get out of my head," I yell.

"Relax, just let go and it will all be over, just let go," she gasps I feel her hand shaking on my forehead.

I fight; I fight as hard as I can. The pain, oh god, the pain. But still memories fade, slower, but they still fade. The ones disappearing all have to with my brother. The witch tries to implant other memories, and I have trouble trying to figure out which ones are real.

"Hurry up!" I hear over my mind screaming, from the other man in the room. Where are the god damn doctors? Can't they hear me scream?

"Get out," I say through clenched teeth. I try to close my hand tightly around her neck. My other hand lay useless hanging next to me. I forget how I broke it. I feel tears mixing with the blood still dripping from my mouth. What's my name?

Something jumbled comes from my mouth not even English. I feel my grip loosening as my energy drains. I'm losing the battle.

"Mine," I mumble still attempting to fight. My head sinks to my chest as the ripping of the mental wires slows.

I hear the girls breathing slow down from their once short, fast gasps. Her hand gripping on my forehead becomes stronger. The pain gets worse as I weaken.

Finally I make a decision, I give up.

I felt my hand slip from her neck and my head falls to the pillow.

Who am I?

"Hey Kiddo, you awake?" my fathers voice rings in my ears. I shift my body, and try to nod but I'm so tired.

I grumble, "No."

My eyes flicker and I lift my arm to scrape off the gunk my eyes that glued my eyes shut. However my arm refuses to move I can't feel it all.

I move my other arm, it's still tired but I manage to open my eyes to see the faces of my parents. My mothers bob cut, bright pink lipstick and the face of a woman whose face has had too much plastic surgery. My fathers lined face, thick glasses, and brown eyes.

"What's wrong with my arm?" I moan. I feel drool dripping out of my mouth and a tube going down my throat. Ugh, gross.

"Why am I here? What happened?" I go on; my memory feels foggy, as if they weren't mine.

"You fell sweetie, tripped and fell through the window. You had glass everywhere, lungs, giant piece in your leg. You pulled it out though, that's why you probably don't remember things. You lost a lot of blood.

I looked at her strangely, the words "sweetie" sounded strange on her lips. Something flashed in my mind, my key in my hand, tripping over the side of our walkway and crashing through the window. I blinked another memory flashed, a neighbor coming over and with a phone in his hand. That's all I remember really. Why does it seem so fake though? I shrug it off; I don't need any more problems.

"So where's Nick?" the words coming out of my mouth without even thinking.

"Hon, who's Nick?" my father asks combing through my hair.

My eyes wide I look up at him, "I…I really don't know."

I look down at my hands and whisper, "I don't know."