Fake. Fake, it was all fake. The Whitecoats were testing if they had finally fixed my amnesia. They stuffed a fake memory into my head and were trying to get me to remember it. It had finally worked. And now they were going to give me my real memories back. They had me strapped to a metal table (As usual) and then set to work fiddling with tools before they started the procedure. They inserted a something like a spike into the back of my neck, into my spinal cord. And then I screamed, and screamed, until I passed out from lack of air.
I woke up with a massive headache and way to much to think about. I remembered everything. I'll start at the beginning. I was around 7 at the time, and stuck in a crate. Someone had opened all the crates somehow. Every other mutant that could move still scrambled out of their cages and ran. I waited a second, for things to clear, then I crawled out of my crate. I stood, looked around, and then ran, not knowing where I was going. I followed everyone else until I slipped, and hit my head on the ground, it hurt, and I couldn't move. I watched as people stepped around me, and kept running. A few people stepped on me, and I knew at least one of the ribs had broken under the weight of all the mutant freaks.
I passed out soon after, and woke up back in a crate. All the other crates in the room were empty. I was the only one who hadn't made it out. And that's when I had started forgetting stuff. Like my friends (The ones who abandoned me when everyone escaped), Shadow, Lux, Leo, Ian, Memory, Kayle, Cobalt, and Ember. I'm actually glad I forgot about them, because I would've been stuck there in that crate blaming them for it the whole time. But ever since I fell, the Whitecoats had been trying to fix my amnesia.
And now that they did, they want me to go and find my old friends. They were going to let me go, after training me enough to survive on my own, so I could find them, and bring them back. I wasn't sure if I really would though. But no matter what I decide to do, I knew was going to find them. So they can see what they put me through by abandoning me. I was going to show them all the scars from everything the Whitecoats did to me. They were going to have the images of those scars burnt into the back of there eyelids.
Sorry for it being so freaking short. I haven't written in awhile because I just moved haven't had time to type at all because my new house is really old.