More oc lore things! This time it's angst woohoo!! || TW! cursing, tiny violence, implied abuse >v<

I wake up to her shouting, like every morning.

"Gina get your ass out of bed before I fucking make you!"

She does this every morning. I wonder why she named me Gina. I sit up, rubbing my eyes. I look over at my sister's bed, her sleeping body still curled up around her stuffed animal. I picked it out for her. A little yellow banana looking creature. I smile at the memory.

After a while, I hear my mom shout again. I sigh before standing up and getting dressed. I put on my favorite shirt, which has my favorite flower all over it. Daisies. Its a long sleeve shirt, to cover the burns and scars from mom. She says it means she loves us but I don't believe her. I put on a plain orange skirt before nudging my sister awake.

"Hurry up Alexa! You're gonna be late!" I say, half whispering to coax her awake.

I laugh a bit as Alexa slowly gets up, groaning.

"Why do we have to go to school again?" She mutters, still half asleep.

"No clue Big Sis." I say, shrugging. I grab Big Sis's hand and drag her over to our closet.

"Mom is gonna get mad if we are late..." I mumble, a bit scared as I put on my yellow shoes and my yellow headband.

"It's going to be fine!" She smiles and pats my head. I smile and we finish getting ready together. We brush our teeth together, we pack our lunches together, we eat breakfast together, we walk to school together, we do everything together.

We always do everything together. Right.. Big Sis?

"Is that the girl?"

"It is!"

"Grab her!"

"Wha-"

The big scary men surrounded me and tied me up, throwing me in the back of a van.

"Gina!"

Alexa screamed for help but another man came over and stabbed her with some kind of needle. She passed out and they took her home. Another man poked me with a needle too. I started getting sleepy. I wanted my sister. I wanted my big sis.

I open my eyes, convincing myself that I would be back in my bedroom, my big sis in bed nearby. I just look down.

It's been 2 years.. why do I keep having the same bad dream.. Its not like if I went back to her she would remember me, let alone recognize me..

I look down at myself. Why did they take me away from Alexa? I miss her. I miss my big sis. Why did they make me this way..? I cry silently, the tears not visible in the large glass tank of liquid that I woke up in. I float down to the bottom of the tank, closing my eyes and trying to feel my legs again. I curl up, holding what would've been legs, now a tail, close to my face as I just cry.

I look up and see a tall female doctor holding a clipboard come up to my tank.

"Z-801, are you awake? Good. Time for more testing. Lets get you out of that tank and onto the operating table again."