Bella - 02 - Expiration Date
I am 6609 days old.
I am 6609 days old.
My expiration date has passed, but I'm still here.
When you were growing up you were taught that turning 18 years old meant you were an adult.
For me, it was the date when my creators most important experiment was set to end.
It wasn't his choice. It wasn't my fault.
It was just the way things were planned, he always said.
I told him I understood... but I never really did.
I couldn't let myself end that way.
I had a plan.
It wasn't hard for me to go through daily motions.
I had been taught what happy, sad, worried, and every other emotion looked like.
But I was discouraged from ever exhibiting them. I was to be a blank slate. No emotion.
When that day came I knew what I had to do.
He should have known those cuffs would have never held me.
Or maybe he did know. Maybe he knew I'd escape from them.
Maybe he knew I'd run to the room where he took me once when I was young to make cookies as a treat for good behavior.
He never should have done that. He knew I had a photographic memory.
Maybe he knew I'd remember the exact drawer where the knives were kept.
I know he knew what I would do once I found it.
I also know that he would be disappointed in me for feeling remorse.
I had succeeded and failed both at the same time.