I touched the scar on my side. It had almost disappeared completely; now just a faint line remained. But the memory would never fade like the pink mark against my sandy skin. "You look just like your mother
what a disgusting little thing!" The voice from my past wretched. I looked around and
no one was there? I must be delusional! I hated feeling vulnerable.
There were two swift, hard rasps on the wall.
"I'm coming!" I sneered.
"Hurry up then, useless little thing," A man's voice rumbled in that low unsatisfied tone.
The section of the wall opened to reveal a short portly man.
His expression didn't change when he entered my "room." Dr. Barnes was an elderly man; standing on the tips of his toes, he was only as tall as my chest. He also was going bald and had an unattractive comb-over. But he made up for lack of hair with his big bushy un-ibrow and mustache, which were creepily alike. At least they covered his red eyes and twisted smile. You see, Dr. Barnes was the first o