You'd always been subhuman to your mother.

Ever since you were 5 years old, all you could remember was experiments. You had never need to school and only the lab knew you and your sister were alive.

You had been a test dummy in a way, but also to be a model for the perfect soldier. And as a way to do that, they made you have the parts of an insect. They did the same to your sister. Poor girl, she was only 8.

Now, you sat in a room with blue painted walls. Your mother said it was to keep your emotions at bay. She walked in to slide a piece of cake to you Happy birthday. You're 15 now. It was gross to you; the fact that she pretended to care