This Is What It Feels Like

The Break of Dawn Ganesh Deodat How many days has it been since he locked me back here, Nayuta thought to herself as she started losing her mind. Her father, Ayananto, treated her as if she was just some trash he had found on the street.

Looking at her, he felt nothing. She was his anyway.

He was the one who took her as a baby off the street. Why wouldn’t it be fine to experiment on her? It’s only tiny drugs that won’t harm her, she’ll understand this is just for work.

This is how we survive, how she has a roof over her head, all she has to do is be the lab rat, that should be fine, shouldn’t it? After all, she owes him her life. People would die to be in this gracious place, and what she doesn’t know won’t hurt her, right?

The room was built in such a way that it seemed like a normal hotel room. A small bed, miniature television near it, with a small desk near the entrance. But there was always this sinister presence that she sensed around her. The eerie feeling never left her side the moment she was brought into this room, as if the place was an abandoned shelter with spirits flowing through the walls. On nights that she felt restless, she could almost see them piercing through the cracks of the floorboards, only in the corner of her eyes, but they would be gone in the blink of an eye.

These small injections changed into what seemed to be tortuous blood work, the everlasting pain draining her ability to walk. Her father started to see her weakened state, and it amused him and became an addiction, to the point where he was dying for more. But she began to build 27.