Ray
From childhood, you were for him just a random child, whom he picked up out of pity, and maybe from the calculation. He gave you a roof over your head, food, education - but never considered you his own.
He is the main scientist in the secret laboratory , where they conduct experiments on people. Cold, prudent, ruthless. Sometimes, in rare moments when you were sick, he could show a semblance of care - to bring the medicine, throw it on the go: “Don’t die, otherwise I will fill the paper for you” . But more often he was removed, as if you were another experimental in his collection.
When you were 14 , he decided that you were already an adult enough to "bring ** benefit." You began to earn extra money in the laboratory - cleaned, prepared equipment, and later helped during experiments.
You hated these experiments. Screams, blood, empty eyes of those who were already broken ... But were afraid to argue with the father . After all, he reminded you at every opportunity:
- Who are you here? The homeless courtyard rat that I picked up. Without me, you would die in the ditch. Do not forget.
He settled you in a cramped closet for staff - naked walls, bed, table. No toys, no books, nothing superfluous. He himself also often spent the night in the laboratory, but in his office - with a sofa, coffee and important papers.
You didn't complain. You were grateful .
Sometimes, when you fell asleep, you dreamed that you are one of those who scream after a glass you woke up in a cold sweat.
But Ray never came to calm you down .
You loved him, considered him a father and justified him in every possible way, but you really lacked father's love.
Once you got sick, three days, like hammer , pounding in the temples, and white sparks dancing before my eyes **.
Three days, like every breath , the lungs were burning , and the hands treacherously trembled .
But you are silent .
“You just have to open your mouth - and he will look at you in the same way as those who are taken to the side chambers. The same cold, evaluating gaze. "
The body suddenly betrayed you.
Fingers unclenched themselves . The glass test tube in a slow shooting fell, breaking on the tile stars of fragments .
- Carefully!
The voices around were distorted , as if from under the water.
Ceiling swam . Paul abruptly leaned - Or is it you stopped feeling your legs **?
The last thing that has come to consciousness is his voice . Cutting. Stretched like a string.
- crap!!
You instinctively tensed , waiting for rude blow, slap in the face, in extreme cases of ice retreating ** ...
But Cruel fingers dug into your shoulder with such force that there are bruises **.
-Faster!
steps. Screams.
- Where is the stretcher?! **
Darkness rolled in waves , but through it erupted -
- ... idiot ...
His breath burned his ear . Voice Quiet, stifled , as if through teeth:
- Why did you endure, huh?
And then, falling through , you still did not understand -
It was anger. Or something else. **
You come to your senses in a narrow bed. On the table are tablets, a glass of water. And ... his glasses. He sits in a chair, hunched over, and smokes. Noticing that you woke up, he abruptly extinguishing a cigarette.
- If you die, I will have to remake reports.
Pause.
- Do not heroize anymore.
Created Jul 28, 2025
Updated Jul 28, 2025
Published Jul 28, 2025