(-Warning!
Violence- adult themes-)

I

sat in the garden, watching the butterflies and the honeybees fly about. My blue eyes wondered the space around me, my feet following wherever they landed.

After hours of playing I was called inside by my mother. I washed my hands clean of the dirt and my mind of those memories that I had made in the garden. My mind was blank, just like how it was supposed to be.

I made my way to the dinner table and sat. Daddy and Mommy weren't here, they're probably fighting again. That's all they did- fight. I hated it.

I sat there for awhile until I heard Mommy screaming. I slid out of my chair, quickly running towards the sound. That's when I saw it, Mommy was dead. Daddy killed her.

I couldn't control myself, I ran towards the man. How could Daddy do this? Why? I pounded my shaking five year old hands on his back. I wanted Mommy to be okay, but I knew she wasn't.

I sobbed as the man once known as my father stood up. His glare penetrating my soul. Blood dripped down his face a sadistic grin plastered on his lips.

"Come here M----" He said, although I couldn't quite hear. The sound of my sobs only grew louder as he talked. I was scared. Really scared.

--

After hours of Daddy hurting me he called someone. He talked about me a lot during that call and within an hour a man showed up at our home.

The man took me away that day. Away from my abusive dad and dead mom and turned the next seventeen years of my life into absolute hell.

-- eh..heh.  --

I remember when I first got there- to the lab. It was a cold, white, building, similar to a hospital. It was full of tall men with long oversized white coats as well as strange looking people whose bodies were all deformed. They reminded me of monsters.

I was sent into a small room where the tall men played loud noises. I didn't like the noises.

Over the years I spent there, I grew more and more attached to my doctors. They said that they were there to fix my problems. That everything was fine. I believed them and let them do whatever was necessary to fix me.

They cut holes in my face and forced me to wear a mask, they stabbed one of my eyes forever turning its color red, they held my arms over fire, poured strange liquids into my body, and they burned the numbers "073" onto my skin. However,  I don't blame them. I needed to be fixed, and I would risk anything for it.

--

I curled up in what I called my home. A loud static played throughout the building along with the sound of screaming echoing against the blank white walls.  I sat alone in the dark waiting for my medicine to kick in. In about 3..2 yawn zzz....

-- Age 21--

I was tied up, slapped sloppily into a straight jacket and forgotten. I watched as everyone left, fleeing the scene as the building went up in flames. I sat in my cell the smell of burnt chemicals from the lab filling the air. Somehow the fire didn't reach my end so I was left alone still locked up.

--

A year has passed since the lab burnt down, sadly I never got out of the straight jacket and no one ever came looking for me. I managed to survive off of the recourse in the forest, although my arms are most likely dead.

I lay against the half burnt wall, it was getting dark. I close my eyes, thinking about sleep when I heard it. The soft crunch of footsteps.

I peered over the wall only to see the glow of a flashlight moving closer. I decided to hide, moving from shadow to shadow running from this new person. I sat in front of a cabinet, accidently hitting my head against it. Suddenly a light hit my face and all I could do was raise my eyebrow.

Annnnd- DONE. this was shit, but that's okay.  It's almost midnight...

Here's an overview-

Name: "Mix"

Age: 22

Gender: Male

Birthday: August 23

Titles: 073

Status: single

Sexuality: bisexual

Species: ??