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Chapter One: Never.
I had never been what people like you would describe as 'normal'.
Never had I experienced the so-called torture of school. Never had I ventured to a park. Never, even, had I met my parents, let alone another human being. I didn't miss it, for how could one miss something one never had.
Though, I must say, I experienced a rather rough childhood.
I was created in an incubator, so I'm told. My mother had passed five weeks prior, but they managed to salvage me from her corpse; a painful endeavour which I remember most vibrantly. My father had abandoned my mother upon learning of her pregnancy, and hadn't been seen since. During my removal, my bone structure was severely damaged, to say the least - as was my brain. I was kept in an incubator for seven years, through six of which I was awake, unable to open my eyes, clinging on through unbareable pain. Looking back at it, I realise how foolish I was - giving up would have made my life so much less.. Complicated.
On my eighth birthday, I was released, and passed out immediately afterwards due to an overload of senses. Seeing as I had been trapped in an amber-like substance for the beginning of my life, the sounds and feelings of the world stunned me; hardly an action you can blame me for.
Upon awaking, I found myself once again bound to an abyss. A cold, hard substance chafed my ankles, wrists and neck, though at the time I knew not what that meant. Focusing on my foot, I attempted to shift it, even an inch - no luck. I continued these attempts until eventually I managed something - a small shuffle to the left. Good progress for someone that had never moved.
Slowly, I worked the focus throughout my body, until I was sure I had control of my limbs. How long this took I cannot recall, though I suspect it was over two hours. Quite honestly, I don't remember much of what came after that. I attempted to speak, but found my mouth gagged by a rather foul strip of cloth.
Fully opening my eyes took at least another day; adjusting to the light was a tedious task, no matter how little there was.
And so, a day later, I examined my position. I was in a dank, square room, with concrete walls and floor. There were no furnishings; only a flickering bulb on the ceiling, and a concrete slab on the wall opposite me, which I assumed was a door. For some reason, I appeared to be chained to a wall by my hands, feet and neck, with my knees planted on the floor. Quite a bothersome position; I wouldn't recommend it.
I then tried to look at myself, but was unable to as the neck peice dug into my chin.
So I decided to use the only thing I had access to - my mind.
I hadn't done anything unlawful to leave myself here - in fact, I hadn't done anything at all. A new thought appeared at the forefront of my brain. How did I know what law was? And the door, how did I know about that? Perhaps I had some sort of information planted into my brain, or I did have a past, but had forgotten most details from it.
Judging by my current state, either of those were possible.