The Ex in Experiment

Chapter 1

I stretched as I laid myself on the plush bed. It's been so long since I could relax without doing training every hour of every day. I let out a big sigh as I got up and wandered the room. The tiny room had tan walls and shag carpet. A small tv hung on the wall waiting to be used. It looked like not many people stayed but it was enough to keep business afloat. I placed my coat and wallet on the dresser as I walked to the bathroom. I turned on the water as I unbuttoned my shirt. As the shirt dropped I couldn't help but look at the scars decorated on my skin. Big and small ones, from just skinning my knee to being stabbed or shot. I finished undressing as I hopped in the shower. The privacy is nice and it's quiet.

I dried my hair as I put on the green shirt I got from the nice old man. It was a little baggy but it was comfy. I slipped on some old leggings that came from the dresser. I'm glad it was there, I completely forgot to stop by a store earlier. I guess I really was tired. I wiped the condensation from the mirror and fixed my hair. My hair was long overdue for a trim that has the least of my worries. I began to rub the small scars on my neck and face. I traced the big scar that ran down my cheek. It was ugly and huge. I couldn't help but get angry. The more I looked at myself the more it reminded me that I'm a monster. I punched the mirror out of anger.

"Fuck!" I yelled.

I looked at my fist as it bled. The broken mirror as my face went white. I was so angry and carless that I broke someone else's property. I swiftly picked up the fallen pieces in the sink and floor and threw them away. Luckily my wound on my fist will heal fast. I began to clean as I heard a knock on the door. I froze and I slowly walked to the door.

'Can't catch a break huh?' I thought as I cursed myself mentally.

I looked through the eye hole and saw the owner of the motel. I slid my boots on as I relaxed and opened the door.

"I heard screaming is everything alright?!"

"O-oh! Yes I just stubbed my toe, that's all."

He squinted his eyes as he leaned to look in my room. His face turned pale as he looked back at me.

"Are you hurt?"

His voice ached with concern and pain. I felt bad for making such a mess, including worrying this poor man. I stayed silent as he grabbed my hand and pulled me towards the front desk of his motel.

"H-hey! Wait, I'm just fine!"

"From the blood and yelling, I don't think so dear."

I gulped as he sat me down on a stool. The old man went to a back room and grabbed a first aid kit. He put out his hand and signaled me to show the injury. I gave him my hand as he opened the kit.

"How did this even happen?"

"I-i umm...I might have broken your mirror out of anger." I whispered low as I hung my head.

I was expecting him to kick me out. But instead I heard a soft laugh escape instead. I looked up smiling.

"We all get angry! Besides It gives me an excuse to remodel." He smiled as he wrapped bandages around my bloody fist.

I smiled as I smiled at the man. He patted my hand as he packed the kit up.

"Just be careful alright?"

"I will, again I'm so sorry!"

"It's alright."

He smiled while fixing his glasses. I got up from the stool and took it back to his desk.

"May I use your phone by the way?" I squeaked out.

"Of course! Help yourself!"

I thanked him as I began to dial on the keypad. It rang as I sighed.