T. H. E. Human Experiment

I was in a room. The dim, bluish light flooded the space revealing the messiness inside. Metal chairs knocked over, broken steel cabinets, broken sink, disarranged tables. I was in the corner hiding between the steel cabinet and sink. Wrapping my arms tightly around my knees, my messy long hair covers my face as I try to hide my widened eyes reflecting my obvious fear. My breath shaking but I try my best to stay still and quiet as I can. I was only wearing a one piece clothing which seems to be like one of the clothes those patients here were. I've heard it's a... patient's gown. I was literally wearing no undergarments other than this thing.

The coldness embraces my small being as I shiver in fear trying to keep myself silent as possible but luck seems to be avoiding me.

Then, I heard footsteps from afar. It's getting near towards the closed doors. It's getting near!

My heart pounds hard in my chest nervously and find my way to hide immediately in the cabinet under the broken sink.

I find it hard to keep my breath steady, slow, and quiet. It's really hard. My heart is pounding out of my chest. I want to get out of here. I want to run away to... anywhere, who knows. But me being this small, thin and weak... I am good for one shot of a bullet, or a shot of syringe. Then I hear the doors open with a screeching sound of the rusted hinges.

I squeeze myself inside the cabinet making sure not to knock over the bottles of chemicals which some are empty and some half full. I admit it stinks but that doesn't bother me to keep on hiding here as I hear the tap of the shoes against the tiles of the floor, seem to be walking around.

I quickly cover my mouth with both of my hands then breathe through my nose hardly. Tears welling up my eyes as my fear and anxiousness starts to overwhelm me. I can only hear my heartbeat ringing loudly in my ears then I suddenly snap out of it when I the footsteps stopped.

My eyes still wide, thinking whether that person walked away or if they're still here. I was distracted by my own thoughts and feelings I didn't even catch where the person stopped. Suddenly, I hear faint shuffles of cloth outside the cabinet. I felt like frozen in fear registering that the person was still here and now I can here the sounds right just above the cabinet under the sink.

Something like liquid slowly pours down the sink just mere inches above my head and it runs down the drinaige which was also broken and was cut off before the part where it was supposed to be bended. The liquid drips on the floor beside me and I splashed, some of its droplets lands on my patient's gown and on my foot.

It immediately stings so bad it burns as it faded into a smoke while it seems to eat the part where the liquid had landed. I instinctively wince loudly and push the cabinet door open to avoid more of that liquid's droplets landing on my skin. I shuffle out and stumble on the pair of legs outside the cramped corner.

Tears instinctively roll down my cheeks from the pain and fear as I look up at the scientist who was also looking down on me. He then averted his gaze as he puts down the glass beside the sink before he bends down and pick me up, holding me by my sides as he hoist me up now my little legs straddle on his waist. I had no other choice but to comply and not protest now that he had found me yet again.

He starts to walk out of the room and enter another one across the hall with still in his one arm, supporting my weight on him to keep me from falling. This room is tidier than the one I hid but with the same dim, bluish light. He settles me down on the edge of an empty patient's bed. The coldness of the steel tube of the bed's structure immediately seeps through my thin gown and to my skin that feels uncomfortably electrifying. In fact, the whole place feels cold as well as the people around.

Doctor Merin rummages through the cabinet which was across the room. I watch him anxiously as he finally turn around and walk up to me with a first aid kit in his hands. I don't like being treated. I hated the way the medicines felt on my injuries. The pain was just more painful than the pain of the injuries alone and I really, really hated it but I have no choice since they leave no room for me to protest.

Dr. Merin pulled out a chair and drags it infront of me before he sits down then put the first aid kit beside me on the bed. He was always been the one who keeps on treating my injuries even when he is the one who caused it.

I watch his methodological movements as he picks up a tweezer, using it to pick a cotton ball then he daps something on it. He then take my foot and rest my heel on top his thigh, inspecting my injury first before he daps the wet cotton ball on the particular area. It stings as always and I always grit my teeth, clench my fists and close my eyes tightly to suppress myself from wincing too much from the pain everytime he treats my injuries. This stings more than that liquid droplets splattered on my foot itself.

Dr. Merin probably was already used to this since he always have that face which makes me think he doesn't feel anything at all but surprisingly he do his job fluidly with ease. He continues to treat my injury and lastly wrap a bandage around my foot.

"Don't hide again when I try to find you." He said, his deep yet hoarse voice registering in my mind as he puts the materials back in place and tossing the used cotton ball in the trash bin aside.

I slowly open my eyes as I hear the shuffling of his clothes and he was already done treating my injury. He looks at me and his stoic, cold gaze meet mine that makes me shiver and intimidated.

"Once you do any of your stunts again I make sure it's not just acid that I'm gonna pour on you." His statement threatening which makes my breath caught up to my throat. But being this young and I'm a person who also craves for knowledge, I can't help but wonder what an acid is. Was that the liquid that injuries my skin? I want to confirm it but I keep myself shut, knowing better than to ask Dr. Merin more now that he's clearly not in the mood of talking. He's not in a mood for anything.