Writing Prompt

I'm cold, I am always cold now...it has seeped into my veins , into my bones, into my very being. I have made this corner of the room my own, it feels the most warm, the most safe.

I know I am not safe, I think maybe I am just used to it. The constant tests, the needles, and the incessant beeping beeping BEEPING all the time...

I don't remember my family, I think I had one but since I have been...

I walk, walk a little bit more then yesterday and even more then the day before yesterday.

Every steps felt so... Odd, If that's the right word to use, Maybe.

Odd, because whenever I take a step and my feet touches the cold merciful floor I fell something rattle...

Rattle Rattle

Was my leg joints getting rusty?

Wait is that even possible? Probably not... maybe.

How long has it been since I start...

I’m finally free. I’m free to do what I want, I can eat whenever I please and whatever I’m craving. I’m no longer shackled to anybody. I am my own person.

_so why do i feel so empty?_

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_why do i feel like i have no purpose?_

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I push these thoughts aside, storing them in a box and dragging them far, far away. Maybe dig a hole and throw them in. I am no longer anybody’s experiment and I should b...

You are born with a name. You think you have known your parents, your siblings, your family. You have your childhood stories - stories of love and curiosity. Your have your Childhood friends and some become best friends you share your whole world with. Then you go to school and have a whole new universe that shapes your growing self. Treachery, betrayal, love, ambition, success and failure - all ...

In only 4 short years if you continue to cooperate you could be free. Ready to use your new skills for the greater good of the republic. If you are exceptionally talented and cooperative pop it could be even sooner. I blink and consider my options

Does it count as an experiment when they put you on drugs because they don’t like that you are different. You are underage you don’t have a say. Y...

I've been experimented on

My entire life

Or at least I think so

I'm stabbed with a needle

And given poison

And they see if I still stay

They throw rocks at me

To see if I cry

But I hide my pain inside

They mix chemicals behind my back

Then lie about what they mixed

And I drink it all

I think they're experimenting

Just to see my reaction

Because who hurt others for fun?...

Am I perfect yet?

Am I fully finished?

I feel—

Nothing, really

No emotions plague me

I just want it to stop

I just want my creator

To finally

See me as something

**Worthy**

Of their love

I’ve read about love

And families and children

Are they the parent?

Taking care of me

With the pricking

And prodding of my skin

The constant tear and stitches of limbs

Eye modifications

Lip, ears

Are they t...

Frankanjean was a disabled person from birth not able to go out and do as much as you wanted as a child he was experimenting on by giving gene therapy. They gave him like super immune system subway cybernetic implants such as legs eyes to stop his body from destroying the cells in the body, he was able to leave a normal life but also he excelled physically in sports which gave him an edge. I’ve be...

Needles poke

Fingers prod

The white coats enter

My room of four walls

Stark and white

Are the walls and my door

They open once a day

To show me more

More of the burning

The sting and the pain

The comes and never leaves

My every day

I’m just an object

Their favorite toy

Tug and scratch

Rub and peel

Goes my endless wheel

And when I sleep

After they leave

I think of this room

I’ll never leave

I’m me...

I toss and turn in this bed that isn’t mine, the sheets scratching my skin, the blankets barely keeping me warm. I’m tempted to ask for another blanket, but then the staff will know that I’m not asleep, which will be seen as a “regression” in my treatment. Which means a longer stay. Which means a higher chance of being Wiped.

So I close my eyes and pretend to be asleep when the night nurses come...