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Like a true promise of hope.

The frightening truth is…deep down, in the places I try not to look and feel, in the shadows where the level of truth lives...

I wouldn't be against it either.

And that terrifies me more than anything.

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THE LIFE OF AN OMEGA LAB RAT

~NYX~

The water burns.

My lungs scream for air as I force myself to hold on, caught in this glass prison they call a testing chamber.

Three minutes feels like an eternity when you're drowning; when every cell in your body begs for oxygen while white-coated figures watch through the cylinder’s walls, documenting your suffering with clinical precision.

I’m sure they’ll tell me they’re going easy on me. That I could easily recall the few times I’ve been forced to hold my breath for ten minutes.

To be grateful…

How are you supposed to be grateful for not being taken by death from this cycle of torture?

Instances like these force me to question my resistance. Why am I so stubborn and defiant that my body, mind, and soul won’t allow me to give up and die?

To not give these mother fuckers the satisfaction of my survival.

Kill them.Make them scream like they make you scream.

The shadows.

Their voices are my only comfort in this hell, even if I'm never quite sure whether they're real or just another symptom of whatever these trials have done to my mind.

Today, despite the torture I’m enduring, I can think clearer. Formulate, articulate, and process what’s happening like a “normal” person. At least, that’s what I tell myself.

I don’t feel like a caged animal…at least, not yet.

Ironic in the current circumstances. Trapped in this cylinder that was filled with water that should have killed me from the pressure difference alone.

That’s the point of all of this.

To push me past the brink of human limits. However, to these beings in lab coats, they think I’ve surpassed the “human” level of sacrificial lamb.

Omegas are at the bottom of the food chain.

Animals are treated better than us.

That’s why they don’t mind treating us like the trash they label us as. What consequences would they possibly face when this is surely founded by the very government desperate to keep us contained to benefit the Alphas that rule them?

That’s why my shadows hate them.

All of these fuckers who dare hurt me.

They understand the rage that burns hotter than any of the scalding waters they've subjected me to. They know the darkness that grows with each new torture.

These moments of excruciating agony are when I fight hard for my mind to not slip away. To resort back to that short sentence processing mind that sees the world through a frightened lens and begs for a form of salvation and freedom.

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