“I never wanted to be your son anyway,” I muttered under my breath.
“Stop mumbling.” The tall man in front of me said in a deep voice,” If you want to say something, just speak up. I’m a very busy man.”
I shoved my hands into my pockets, “Sorry if I wasted your time da- Professor. Walter.” I said as I walked past him.
“Matthew stop, I said stop!” His threatening voice echoed through the empty room. I stopped facing the exit.
Heavy footsteps headed my way; I remained still without turning back.
My hands were getting sweaty and my breathing was getting heavy, but this time, I managed to maintain a straight face.
“Turn around, son.” I felt his hand on my shoulder, “We don’t need to have silly arguments like this. It’s pointless. We must accept what we’re given.”
I lost it. I shoved away his hand and turned around clenching my fists, “It’s funny you say that. You didn’t accept what you were given. I didn’t have a super brain like yours, so you simply left us.” My eyes were getting teary, “Is that how you accept what you were given?”
He shook his head, sending his fingers through his gray hair. “You’re confused Matt…that’s not what happened. Your mother-”
“You have no right to speak about my mother!” I cut it. “She died because of you, I know you don’t care. But I’ll keep reminding you that.”
I ran out of the room before he could respond. My heart was thumping and the tears kept flowing down my cheeks.
It was unmanly for a fifteen-year-old boy to cry, but I didn’t mind that right now.
People in white lab coats walked past me giving me confused glances. I ignored them and ran across the white hallway panting and trying to keep myself steady.
“Matt!” Professor Emma shouted as she grabbed me by the shoulder, “What happened, why are you crying?”
For a thirty-five-year-old lean woman, she sure had a lot of strength in her.
I stopped with a jerk, “Everything’s okay…” I managed to whisper.
“You’re running away from your dad’s room. Did you two have a fight again?” She asked pulling me to a corner to avoid all the curious eyes.
“He’s not my dad,” I snapped. “He’s just the world’s best scientist…that’s all he is," I said breaking free from her grip. I was desperate to get out of this wretched laboratory.
I heard Professor Emma’s shouting but I kept running towards the exit. But when I reached the exit, I sneaked into the Basement right next to it.
I let out a low sigh as I closed the door drowning myself in total darkness. The basement was an unnecessary part in the laboratory. It was stacked with faulty experiments, unwanted inventions and other stuff like that.
I use it as a hiding spot when I want to be alone, it feels like the only place that suited me in my father’s laboratory. Unwanted, neglected and worthless, just like those old, dusty inventions.
I sat down resting my head on the door. My chest felt heavy.
I didn’t regret what I said to him, but renewing memories of my mother always left me in tears.
She was the only person who understood me left me in this world.
Everyone expected me to be a genius like my father, they failed to see that we’re two different individuals.
A small flicker coming from down the stairs brought me back to reality.
I got up slowly and made my way to the last step.
Maybe it was a faulty electrical wire or something. But there was no electricity in the basement.
The light got brighter, like the light coming from a low powered LED bulb.
I took a few steps forwards, trying my best not to step on sharp objects. I managed to find the source of the light; it was coming from a very old television, at least I thought it was a television.
The light suddenly disappeared leaving me in total darkness once again. My curious mind made me touch the screen; I expected its surface to be tough, but to my shock, my hand went right through it.
I let out a gasp and quickly pulled out my hand. The screen must be made of a jelly like substance or something. I couldn’t see anything so it was hard to tell. I turned around to head towards the door but the television began to let out an orange pale flicker again.
My heart started to pound as I reached out my hand towards the screen, it was pitch black just like an ordinary TV screen.
I shouldn’t have done that, at the very moment I kept my hand on the screen, the light grew brighter and began to suck in my hand.
I let out a panicked cry and tugged my arm, trying to take it out, but the more I tried to pull out my hand, the more it pulled me in.
Before I could cry out for help, the huge old fashioned television completely sucked me into its screen, leaving me in total darkness again.
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