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So Cold Chapter 1

It's usually cold in the dark

As I pace my cell for the fortieth time today, I wonder how many years I've been walking these same steps. I've been here for a long time, that's a fact. The ceiling dances in shades of gray when I look up and I get dizzy, so I sit down clumsily.

When I was brought here, I was thirteen, brown hair, brown eyes, life full of spirit. Now, my hair is white, my eyes are blue, and my thin, weak body barely sustains my life. Where I am? No idea. Who I am? No clue. What I am? Barely makes sense.
I am a lab rat. A human being, but a lab rat nonetheless.
There is a sign on my door that says: Jack Frost, but I'm not sure that it is my real name.

I've tried counting the days in these chambers, but my mind can only hold so much, and I've got nothing sharp to carve into the walls with. Then again, if I had something sharp, I'd already slid my wrists by now.
If you haven't gotten it already, I'm not here by choice. I was taken here against my will. That is one of the only things I know for sure. That, and the fact that I'm alive, but I'd rather be dead.

My cell is like a box, but with a door. A door that rarely opens, and when it opens, I want it to close. Because the horror that I face everyday is never inside these walls. Despite the cold walls and floor, the cot of blankets that I sleep on and the fact that I always feel like drowning in here, this is my sanctuary.

How I got here, I'm not sure, I feel like I died and was reborn to live in this place, I have no memories whatsoever. I have no memories outside of this house that is. If it's because of too many shock treatments, I don't know.

The metal door opens and in comes the person I hate the most in the world, accompanied by two guards. I unceremoniously try to kick them but they grab my hands and almost drag me to the lab.

They make me lie down and shackle me down on the bench that I'm usually tested on. I would say that this bench is more comfortable than the bed I sleep in, but the nightmares that it brings are far worse than the ones I have while sleeping. These nightmares are real, and they never leave, not really. Because when I leave the room, the bench will be here the next day, with a promise of a new batch of horror. That is one thing I will never forget.

The guards leave and I'm left alone with the scientist. I should probably describe him to you, so you won't be in the dark on this. He his very tall, has white hair, like me, but his eyes are dark blue like the midnight sky. Almost black. He always wears a snow white jacket, like the ones you see the doctors wear, but his tools are far more brutal.

He begins talking, but my fear shuts him out. You'd think that after such a long time here, I'd have begun to be used to it, but the terror always renews itself when I see the sinister grin on his face as he draws out his syringes.

I always struggle against the bindings, but they're pulled too tight for me to gain any freedom. He pulls out a syringe and injects something into my bloodstream. For a few minutes it feels like fire coursing through my veins. I scream and wail, but to no avail.

The guards come again, and as they are undoing the bindings, I hear the scientist say something that puzzles me. "Soon, you'll be ready." I look at him, fear in my eyes. I try to ask him 'ready for what?' But my throat shuts down and then I scream again.

I keep on screaming until the door slams behind me and I am huddled into a small ball in the corner of my cell. Then I just cry until the tears stop coming. And suddenly, after the fire has gone out, I feel so cold.

As I fetch the blanket, the scientists voice echoes in my head.
"Soon you'll be ready." And then I start screaming again.

Yeah I know, pretty angsty, but it'll get better. I promise, and please if you have any suggestions on what to call the scientist other than the scientist, then I'm happy to hear you out. Thank you for reading;)