I woke up in a labcoat between the nice, clean walls of a sterile hall. I looked to my right. There was an older man in similar attire walking beside me, not noticing my momentary pause to reflect on my birth. I took a breath and felt an immense panic rise within me. Something was wrong. I looked down again and saw a body only I could recognize, but I didn't. I looked ahead and saw myself rounding the corner tearing apart at the seams. I felt an overwelming fear and I saw the older man turn to look at me in confusion. "Amy," he said to me, "Are you feeling alright?" I felt the need to scream and so I did for the first time. I screamed my own name. The man recoiled in surprise and I saw my tattered body glide down the hallway with ease, unhindered and seeking me. I screamed my name once more and pushed the man to the floor as hard as I could. I heard his skull shake against the tiles as I ran opposite of myself. I had to vomit. I've never vomited before but I had to vomit and it spilled out of me while I ran. I was stained and tired and aching and scared but I kept running. I turn what must have been the tenth corner before a set of men in hazmat suits stopped me. Did I know what a hazmat suit was? They're taken aback by my apperance, but steady themselves enough say something about a restricted area. I couldn't make out the words and I didn't care to. I knew I have to get through them, get into this area of the facility, but only I knew what I had to do there. I turned around and saw my face directly in front of mine. I could feel my breath if I had any. I saw in my expression that I hate me. I wanted to kill me or torture me, I'm not sure which. I feel that same panic overtake me as my name escape my lips while I bumbled past the hazmat team in a frightened stupor. They tried to grab me and stop me but I barely slipped past them, rushing ever forward. I stopped at a locked door and entered a code I didn't know onto a nearby keypad. As I waited for the door's internal hydraulics to unseal the door, a radio fastened to my belt began to sound. A man's voice crackled to life through the small machine and spoke of a researcher that requires detaining, things I understood but I didn't. As I tried to ponder the words the door before me lifted open and I heard more men shouting behind me. I quickly stepped inside the room and shut the door behind me, trying my best to ignore my corpse hovering just behind this facility's guards. I looked around the room for the first time as I prepared to execute my plan. There were several large monitors on a desk with a console beneath it, and a few lockers in the corner of the room. I knew there was meant to be more guards in this room, but I didn't know where they've gone to. I looked through the monitors as I rapidly typed on the keys below, seeing dozens if not hundreds of people confined in small concrete rooms. Some tired, some bruised, some missing limbs, some slamming their head against the door, but all in agony. And in these people I saw me. I saw hope. I saw a home. And in these people I saw an exit, a chance for me to prevail, and I felt dread overtake me as I knew what I had to do. My hands kept typing words I didn't understand, and my gaze left the screens to stare at the lockers once more, only this time seeing something else. A man cloaked in red with a white sack over his face was chanting my name. I calmed myself, keeping in mind that this was no time to be distracted by my tricks. I continued my work on the machine. I wasn't sure what I was doing until I saw the doors in those people's rooms open. Every door opened, letting all the prisoners free from their cells. Every prisoner but one. I felt a sense of relief as I saw the people clamber into the great halls and begin marching down the facility, tearing it to pieces as they traveled. The facility's sirens began to blare with an odd sense of triumph as the door became a barrage of bullets piercing through my body. An involuntary shriek came forth as I began to hurt in a new way. I can hurt even like this. Happiness and sadness overtook me in equal measure as the security team sweeped the room. As my vision faded, I saw my own face glaring down at my old home. And I knew that I had bested my own plans. And just as quickly as I was born, I returned to my grave.