I remember crying and yelling at him before I got hurt.
I remember begging him not to take the small boy away from me.
I don't even know why I was protecting him.
It just felt right, I suppose.
I remember trying to hide the boy from him and guarding him with my life.
I did just that.
When I awoke, there was a searing pain in my stomach, and bandages covered it too.
I remember seeing the boy in a cot at the other end of the room.
Blankets covered his shivering body.
Were we sharing a holding cell? I didn't know but I assumed so.
Why else would he be here?
I got up. It was hard. There was a hole through my stomach, probably from the pain I had felt earlier.
I uncovered his body to find him shivering and asleep.
I noticed something on his face.
I think it was a similar marking to the one on my own head.
It made me mad seeing that they had burned him like that as well.
I remember sitting on the cot with him and putting a hand on his head to calm him down.
I remember crying for him. Why was I crying? Why was I feeling this way? What was I feeling?
I didn't know, so I didn't think about it.
I do still remember feeling anger at the man for taking him away and hurting him.
When he woke up, I remember holding him in my arms and crying some more.
I remember him asking me who I was.
"My name is... um... Subject ID #000314. At least, that's what they said."
That was my reply.
He told me his name was Subject ID #000522, and that we were sharing a cell.
Suddenly, I didn't feel so lonely anymore.
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