31 - Remembrance

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I find myself in a tank just like before.

Something red is flowing into my throat.

This time the tank is smaller. I cannot see outside of the tank this time either. I don't hear anything, and it is silent.

For some reason I don't feel so insane.

Why? I don't regret any of it... but... if it ends in this... then...

I start to wonder if I really should of done all of this.

No... I had to... Otherwise who knows what would have happened...

I think back to what had happened in the past.

"I should stop this. I shouldn't do all these bad things. It's wrong," is what I had thought a few days ago. That was my final decision. To stop doing bad things.

At night I find myself thinking about something, but I don't know what it is.

    "Hi," I say to my friend as we have lounge time now.

    "Hello," she replies.

    "What should we do?" she asks me.

    "Hmm... we could talk," I suggest.

    "That's fine with me."

    "I... feel like something is wrong with me," I confess.

    "You... do?" she asks me, looking at me confused.

    "Yeah."

    "How.... So?" she asks, a little afraid.

    "I don't know," I say bluntly.

    "You... don't? Shouldn't you try to figure out what it is? Maybe you could ask the scientists..." she says, with a creepy smile on her face.

    "No! The scientists..." I start saying but I stop myself in time.

    The scientists are evil.

    "What about the scientists...? They aren't that bad... are they?" she asks me, the evil smile still on her face.

    "No!" I yell, covering my hands over my ears.

    She removes my hands from my ears.

    "What's so bad about them?" she asks me.

    "Nothing..." I say breathing heavily.

    "Good. Now be a good little test subject and when you have testing next, tell the scientists about it," she says.

    I nod my head in fear.

    "I can't!" I blurt out.

    "What's that?" she asks me.

    "Go away!" I yell.

    "Let's play a game!" she says innocently.

    "Go away!" I yell, sobbing this time.

    "But you love games!"

    "Go!" I yell.

    "I'm your friend."

    "Go!" I yell again.

    "Fine. Do what you want," she says, leaving.

    "Was that your other friend?" someone asks me.

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