TCHIAI part 7

"Where am I?" I ask, placing a hand on my head as if I could steady it and make it stop spinning. I touch something on my forehead and realize there is a bandage there.

Seconds later, a man in a white coat and glasses, the usual doctor look, walks in with, of course, a clipboard and, I’m guessing, interns.

"Ms. Kracktarior," he says addressing me. Yes, I know that's not really a kindergarten friendly last name I’ve got there, so you can imagine my non-existent effort to learn how to spell that. He doesn’t look up at me as he says, "You are in the sixth section, a very special place. A device has been placed inside your brain, please try not to remove it. If you do, you'll kill yourself, but you wouldn't be able to get to it in the first place."

Others laugh around him when he says this. Me, well, I begin panicking at this moment. My breathing begins to accelerate and my heart, which was going crazy a few moments ago over hottie-with-the-body, begins to go to whole new heights with the speeding up stuff. It's like my heart is trying to run a freaking marathon on how fast it can freaking beat.

I, obviously, couldn't much as a single syllable  out of my mouth because i'm over here having a panic attack.

"You will, for now on, be known as the number 6294, the same number as the room you have been assigned. You will go through a series of mental tests. You are a very lucky person to be introduced into this system. Not many people get to do so."

I look wildly around, and finally I find my words. "Did my parents sign me up for this? Do my parents know I'm here?"

"Oh, no, no child," the hottie says. "Your parents don't even know you exist anymore. You actually signed yourself up for this," he pauses as he searches for a word, "event.  We made sure that your parents will never think of you again for all of their time. They won't even remember having you. No one who met you will remember you. All of your possessions were disposed of. Your online accounts were erased from the world, as well as your little childish stories of love and adventures. All your books and writings burned, all your most precious things, never to be seen again. You no longer have a real name. You aren't even human to us. You don't even belong to yourself anymore. You belong to us."