Fentanyl E001: The Mysterious Experiment(Book 1)

As I grappled with the fragments of my memories and the weight of the past that eluded me, I couldn't help but wonder how I appeared when I was younger. Did I have moments of joy and laughter? I longed to remember those times, but they remained elusive, hidden within the depths of my faded memories.

Shawn's words echoed in my mind, reminding me of my fear of dead bodies. It was a fear I couldn't confront, and it felt like I was handcuffed, unable to escape from the haunting memories I wished to recall. My father's face remained fuzzy in my dreams, and I couldn't recognize him, despite having a father figure in my life.

In the midst of my thoughts, a false cough caught my attention, and I turned to see the girl I had saved earlier. Without hesitation, I gently tugged her in the direction we were heading, bringing her into the room where I had been staying. Since waking up after passing out, I was disoriented about our whereabouts. I hadn't seen Shawn since then, and I realized I no longer had a roommate. This girl's presence was a new addition to my surroundings, and I felt a sense of responsibility to keep an eye on her.

However, the girl's anger towards me added to the complexity of the situation. I grappled with conflicting emotions, unsure how to treat her or whether I should consider her as a sister figure. The turmoil of my own unresolved memories intertwined with the present, making it difficult to navigate these new dynamics.

As I struggled with my own internal battles, I knew that understanding the truth about my past and the connection to the current events was crucial. Only then could I hope to find the answers I sought and make sense of the complicated web of relationships surrounding me.

As she inquired about my well-being, her voice softened compared to our previous encounters. She sat close to where I was lying, and I could sense there was something she wanted to discuss, something that had been troubling her.

"I'm okay. I woke up, and there was no one here," I replied slowly, carefully choosing my words. I could feel her gaze on me, and it made me wonder why she seemed upset with me.

"You're very lucky," she murmured, causing me to shift my gaze to her. Her statement puzzled me. What did she mean by saying I'm lucky? Did she have no idea about the hardships I faced with my father? The mention of Daddy Truce's family-his child and wife-reminded me of a distant memory, but I had never seen them, and I didn't understand why. My father always kept me separated, as if I were a danger to anyone around me.

The complexity of my past and the web of relationships around me seemed like a puzzle that was difficult to solve. I wanted to understand the truth, to uncover the secrets buried in my memories, but it felt like an uphill battle.

As I looked at the girl who was once angry with me, I realized that perhaps there was more to her emotions than I initially thought. Perhaps she, too, was burdened by her own struggles and pains, just like me.

In my room, I felt at home and in control, but my training room was another matter. The room was pitch black with no windows, yet it was large. When Dad was absent, the door remained shut, and as his adopted daughter, I couldn't disobey him. I knew I wasn't his biological daughter, and at this moment, his genuine daughter stood before me.

"Hey," she greeted me, and I blinked twice to ground myself in the present moment. I let out a sigh, feeling the weight of my emotions and the turmoil inside me. This terrible feeling seemed to consume me, leaving me feeling disconnected from myself.

"Are you okay?" she asked, and I simply nodded in response.

"What do you mean when you say I'm fortunate?" I steered the conversation to her previous statement. I was genuinely curious about her perspective. How could she see me as lucky when I struggled to feel anything positive? I heard her take a deep breath, as if trying to find the right words.

As she explained that my father was always protective when it came to me, I couldn't help but feel a wave of skepticism. How could he be protective when he seemed unaware of the pain I was going through? She may be awake and aware of her surroundings, but she wouldn't know the extent of the restrictions and hardships I faced within my room. My father had kept me confined, and I felt like a prisoner, unable to leave.

"He can't be protective if he doesn't understand what I've been going through for the past three years. I long for equality and freedom, but I continue to abide by his restrictions because he claims it's for my own good," I responded quietly, my voice tinged with a mix of frustration and sadness. She shouldn't envy me, for she wasn't there when I endured the pain inflicted by my father's actions.

Since the day he dropped me off at the university, I had not seen him again. I treated him as if he were my biological father, not acknowledging the fact that I was an orphan. Emotionally, his actions wounded me deeply, leaving scars that no one could see. I could handle physical pain from a stranger, but when it came from my own father, it tore me apart from within. He was meant to be a protector, yet he became the source of my torment.

As I spoke, memories of our training sessions resurfaced. He would become my adversary, throwing punches that I had to defend against with precision and agility. No one could predict where his punch would land, as we moved with such precision. In those moments, it felt like he was trying to toughen me up, preparing me for some unknown battle.

The complexity of my relationship with my father and the emotions swirling inside me made it difficult to fully understand and articulate the feelings I harbored. But as I looked at the girl before me, I couldn't help but sense that she, too, carried her own burdens and secrets.

The girl's words hit me like a whirlwind, leaving me in disbelief. She scowled at my lack of awareness, making it clear that I had been kept in the dark about certain crucial aspects of my life. I listened intently as she continued, revealing more shocking revelations.

"He divided us, but he also guards you to ensure you don't fall into the clutches of the deadly organization again," she explained, her tone tinged with a mix of concern and frustration. I couldn't wrap my head around it all; the pieces of the puzzle were slowly coming together, but it was still overwhelming.

"He prepared you to defend yourself and become independent once you enroll in the Green University of Ottawa. When Mom died, he didn't blame you," she said, her voice quivering with emotion. I was left speechless, caught in the midst of conflicting emotions.

As my mind tried to process this newfound knowledge, I mustered the courage to ask, "T-then what...?" I stuttered, my voice betraying my confusion and curiosity. I motioned for her to continue, desperate to understand the full picture.

She stared at me for a moment, her expression unreadable, before nodding and turning away. The silence that followed was heavy with unspoken emotions and unanswered questions. It felt as though I had been thrown into a storm of revelations, and I didn't know how to navigate through it all.

As the girl continued to reveal the truths that had been concealed from me, my emotions spiraled into turmoil. She spoke of her mother's adoration for me and the woman named Scarlet, who had left me in their care. Scarlet was a scientist and a member of the Peur Organization, but her mother and father had agreed to look after me at her request. The gravity of the situation sank in as she explained that her mother had given her life to protect me.

I shivered, feeling overwhelmed by the weight of their sacrifices and the danger that seemed to revolve around me. I didn't want to hear any more, yet a part of me yearned to understand the reasons behind their actions and protectiveness. Why were they so eager to defend me? Did I have the right to fight for myself and for them?

The girl continued, admitting that they had not realized the extent of my importance to the Peur Organization, and their lack of caution had led to tragic consequences. They had been ambushed at the park, and her father and mother had fought to protect me while she stood there, feeling powerless and afraid. She recounted the heartbreaking moment when her mother lost her life while shielding me from harm, and her father had retaliated by killing the one responsible.

"That's why our father began imprisoning you," she concluded, explaining how their father had taken drastic measures to protect me from further danger, even if it meant confining me.

As I listened to her words, I couldn't help but feel a mix of guilt and sorrow. My mere existence seemed to bring danger to those around me, and their sacrifices only intensified the burden I carried. I wanted to protect them as much as they wanted to protect me, but it seemed that fate had other plans.

In that emotional moment, as my tears flowed freely, I felt a mix of relief and gratitude wash over me. The weight of the truth and the burden I had unknowingly placed on those around me were overwhelming, but her forgiveness and acceptance offered a glimmer of hope amidst the darkness.

As she hugged me, I felt a sense of connection and understanding that I had never experienced before. The bond between us began to form, and I realized that despite the painful revelations, we were both survivors of our own struggles.

"But you've already been forgiven by me. I'm aware that you, too, are a survivor. I'd like to get to know you.

I am, Kimeniah Hailey Velostro, accept you as my big sister."

In that moment, the walls that had separated us began to crumble, and a new chapter in our lives started to unfold. We had both endured hardships, loss, and pain, but together, we could find strength and support in each other.

It's true; she has no responsibility for the chaos and the conflicts surrounding us. I shouldered the burden of the past, the Peur Organization's schemes, and my own identity. It wasn't fair to involve her in all of this. She had her own life and struggles to deal with, and I didn't want to add to her burdens.

"You're right," I admitted with a sigh. "I shouldn't have dragged you into all of this. You have your own life to live, and I don't want to make things more difficult for you."

She looked at me with a determined expression. "You're not dragging me into anything. I chose to be here, to stand by your side as your sister. We're in this together now, and I want to help you in any way I can."

Her words touched my heart, and I felt a renewed sense of gratitude for her presence in my life. She was willing to stand with me, to face the challenges and dangers ahead, even though it wasn't her fight. It was a testament to the bond we were forming, the bond between sisters.

"Thank you," I whispered, my voice filled with emotion. "Thank you for accepting me and for being here for me."

She smiled warmly, wiping away a tear from my cheek. "You don't need to thank me. We're family now, and family supports each other. We'll face whatever comes our way together."

With her by my side, I felt a sense of strength and determination. I knew that the road ahead would be difficult and filled with uncertainties, but I also knew that I wasn't alone anymore. We were sisters, bound by a shared past and a promise to protect and care for each other.

As the world around us continued to be engulfed in chaos and danger, we held onto each other, knowing that together, we could face anything that came our way. The past may have been filled with pain and secrets, but the future was ours to shape, and we would do so together, as sisters united in love and strength.

"Anyway, I went to the library yesterday because everything was planned. It had all been planned by Dad. That book as well, because he's already aware of the ambush; he told me to put the book in that section. However, he's been acting strangely lately," I was taken aback by what she said.

In response, I inquired, "Why?"

"He's far too reclusive and cryptic. Something seems strange."

Is it possible that she's becoming paranoid? Instead of responding to her, I changed the subject.

"Do you believe your mother is at ease right now?" She sighed and rolled her eyes.

"Rephrase. Our mother ate," In response, I smiled, and I could feel the tranquility that had settled over my soul. I realized it was only a matter of time. Blood would soon be everywhere, and I must be prepared.

"Yeah. Our mother. Isn't she now content?" She enthusiastically agreed.

"Yes, of course! She has no regrets about saving your life and seeing you today, alive and well," she smiled, and I smiled back because I was happy. When another voice interrupted me, I was about to say something.

"And I've never regretted siding with Scarlette," Kimeniah and I turned to the door and saw Nathalie beaming. I returned the smile.

"Nathalie..."

"And we didn't regret saving your life in return for the life of my sister," I cried as I heard the words of someone I care about. Our gaze collided, and I caught a glimpse of his grin.

"And even though the City was in chaos, I didn't regret falling in love with the girl named Nisha Eummeriah Normandeau," I couldn't help but cry out again because of the feelings. He drew me close and embraced me fiercely.

"Shawn..." I murmured, hugging him back.