The silence of my cell-like room constantly scares me. I’ve been trapped in here for 7 months, 10 days, 5 hours, 43 minutes, and 4 seconds. Not like I’ve been counting. But even if I had, there really isn’t much else to do. It had been so loud when I had first arrived to the facility. Thousands of people flocking towards the huge and grand silver building that could fulfill their dreams of perfection. You don’t like your body? We’ll fix that. You want to be beautiful? We’ll make you stunning. You want to be a genius? Easy-peasy. Super strength or speed? Ready in a flash. All you needed was one tiny, innocent injection. It would be quick and painless, barely a trifle. At least that’s what they told us. I later found out that what was supposed to be a harmless little shot was really a series of painful and horrific tests. Virus and chemical enhancement testing. In other words, we were being turned into the government’s guinea pigs. A big pretty lie pasted over a sickening reality.

I would never be the same after what I endured. Not with what they did to me. From a distance I appear as human, and I was, but not anymore. Up close though, you’ll come face to face with, well, in short someone lacking of a face. After my “little” injection I went into a coma-like state for almost 2 months. I awoke strapped to a tilted table in a circular room. The walls were a glaring white that burned my eyes. The straps holding me down were tight and cold against my skin. I knew I had already been there a while, because my arms and feet had lost circulation before I arose. Even in my pitch-black cell, I can still vividly remember the torture I endured in that pristine white room. In my dreams I can still feel the rawness of my throat from screaming. What I would give to even just scream again.

They did follow up on some of the things I wanted, but I had to pay an unfair and cruel price. I had millions of dollars to spend and less sense than a dead rat, so I came to the facility in hopes they could improve my already acceptable body. I wanted them to turn me into something perfect, a picture of strength and power. They did and so much more. Whatever they did to me while I was asleep, changed me a lot. My skin was thicker and stronger, but doubly sensitive. You ask me how could I tell this if I was strapped to a table? They stabbed knives into me. It may not have pierced my skin, but I felt every brutally sharp edge and every pointed thrust. That was one of the tamer horrors I survived. I learned that I could withstand high pressure and see great distances. I will kindly spare you the details of how I found those out. The final and most traumatic change was to my ears and mouth. To specify where you would typically see a mouth and ears on a human, on me all you see is scar tissue. Meaning I no longer have them.

So, yes, when I say the silence scares me, it’s because I will forever be silent. Hear nothing; Say nothing.