Is it weird that I knew what had happened as soon as it did?
I think maybe it was because I got hurt pretty badly for knowing.
I don't think I was supposed to meet ID 522, but I did anyways.
Probably because I was too curious to ignore the second crash.
I recognized the sound as clear as day from the date of my cursed creation, so I ran to the source,
and the room where I had once laid and awoken.
I found a small boy there, one who reminded me of myself.
He had blue hair with electric yellow streaks in it. He was bleeding and stuck with cords just as I had been.
I remember unhooking him from the cords because it didn't feel right to leave him alone.
Besides, I knew what would happen if I did.
They would come and take him away.
They would hurt him just as they hurt me.
I don't know why, but no part of me would let him go.
I remember picking him up with me and getting the broken glass out of his skin.
I think I took him back to my holding cell.
I remember having wrapped him up with blankets and keeping him safe with me because it felt right.
That day was the first day I heard his voice, and his tears.
I remember trying to shush him, but I think it was too late, because up came those dreaded footsteps.
That man again. I knew why he was there.
I hid the small boy in the corner and covered him with my body to cover up his presence.
I didn't want him to be taken away.
I still think we were found out because when the man walked into the room he asked me what I was doing.
I tried to lie to him. I was already rather good at that.
I remember it not working because he got mad and yelled at me.
The loud noises and the bright lights, it scared me immensely.
My having of autism doesn't help one bit.
I remember him pulling out a strange object and pointing it at me.
I remember feeling a surge of pain and passing out.
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