Son.

What is even the meaning of this word?

Yes, I bloody know that it mean's someone's male kid. My memory is not that much shucked.

It is just, how am I anybody's son?!

"It must be another WICKED game, them playing with me to manipulate my decision and stay for them. Or... maybe she is just saying it as a word to be nice, to show that she cares as if I were her son," a voice in my head says; however, another loud voice rises against it. Whoever those people are, I feel something is telling me to hold on before I act.

What did the girl mean by that WICKED can't reach me here? What did she mean by I want to ruin it all?

There is something.

I have been used to the letters WICKED written on the uniforms of their workers and in every single spot of their place, but I haven't seen the bloody letters here 'till now.

Something is weird.

I turn my head in the place. It all looks calm and still. I notice a thin strand of light on the wall. The room is only lit by a dim fluorescent light above my bed covered so it more looks like a waterfall of light. I gather my strength to stand up. I still feel tired, and my bloody limp doesn't help. I walk to the source of the light. I find a curtain. I swipe it open. The light out is dim that I barely see anything except for high walls that stretch up to the night sky. I remember the Glade and the four walls that used to slide close every night, the wind that blew before they moved, the squeaking of the sliding stone that contradicted every law of physics. Home. Those walls, that Glade, and those people, all of them, the ones who I liked and those who I didn't, were home. It has taken me long, but that was home. It's hard to tell whether I miss the people or the place. I guess both. I can't help the thought of Alby, Chuck, Zart, or Winston suddenly coming up from behind. 

Oh, yes, you can kill their flesh and tear them to shreds, but you never will get to kill their remembrance or stop all that flood that comes when hearing their name. And, I will let you know that not all memories are stored in the brain, by the way, for such things take a closer and more permanent settlement that you can't break through. Changing a heart is a bit harder than you think, and it takes way more than all your tubes and machines. 

I look down the window. I hardly see anything, but due to the height, they all look like ants so far away. The look sends a shiver through me and a chillness as it ticks something in my brain. I feel my eyes go black, and my ears go deadly silent. My breath goes hard like I am chocking, and my chest goes tight. My stomach goes churning, and my heart beats fast.

"It is alright. You're safe," a soft voice suddenly comes from behind, and a person out of nowhere pulls me back and lets down the curtain.
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