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All I could think about were the squares of plastic I had glossed over. Memories captured within a small object, displaying that human’s previous bodily state.
He was so enamored by that blonde woman, I can’t help but wonder what happened to those two. Perhaps she left him because her love for him faded away? Or perhaps a misunderstanding, an argument, happened between the two, causing them to split. Well, whatever, it doesn’t matter. Human problems are not a cause of concern, nor should I let them be. My only dilemma should be escaping this cramped place the moment I’m at full strength. The last thing I needed was to feel anything other than disgust and hatred towards any human.
I frowned, staring at the blank ceiling above me. That… doctor, the human calls himself, has been quite the unexpected surprise, much to my detriment. Insisting that I need help, forcing his assistance onto me as if I’m a damsel in distress. Scoffing at the idea, I shifted into a sitting position, resting my tail beside me on the couch.
I can’t let his caring front get to me, I can’t be mistaken for being weak. Even if he did see me struggle against that wretched fluid, I refuse to allow him to become more acquainted with me. That was simply a slip up, I will not allow it to happen again. He’s nothing but a doctor. I’ll abandon him the chance I get, then I can go back to what I have left of my previous life: finishing off any human that dares come near the ocean. Hell, I might even start with him first…
But that would be cruel, no? He did go out of his way to aid me, even though he was not obligated to. He could’ve left me to rot, or exposed my existence to the rest of the human race. The thought sickens me. Good riddance he’s more secretive than he lets on.
I can’t become closer to him. I can’t. Humans absolutely cannot be trusted. They destroyed my home. They destroyed my people. They murdered my mother in cold blood.
Why the hell do I feel attached to him!? Why does a part of me want to see him smile like in those plastic objects I flipped through earlier? Why, why WHY?! Is this some sort of cruel joke? I could hear myself growling as I picked at the clothes that human forced me to adorn. Those tired dark eyes… How twisted. I shook my head, trying to get the mental image out of my head. My mind keeps wandering back to those pictures, and him.
Perhaps I’m being too harsh on him, and myself. I should give him a chance. He’s the reason I’m miraculously alive and recovering. He did seem to be having a hard time lately, especially since he somehow dragged me into his own home. Snickering at the mere concept of a tiny human struggling to haul my unconscious body, I crossed my arms. Now that I think about it, those circles underneath his eyes did seem a lot darker now compared to those pictures of him with that strange creature and that girl with cloth wrapped around her head. Had he been getting enough rest? Part of me strangely hopes he did.
I glanced outside the window. It still isn’t noon. Far too much time on my hands, and nothing I can do. I’m not going to run the risk of breaking anything else. That human is going to have a wild ride when I tell him about the door… I hope he doesn’t get too angry. He seems to be mild tempered, however. I think I’ll be fine.
Humans are strange, especially… Dakari. I mouthed the doctor’s name, it rolls off the tongue quite nicely. He’s far too kind, far too patient, and doesn’t think before acting much of the time. He doesn’t seem to care about the fact that I could kill him at any given moment, either. What an interesting human. He has soft hands and eyes, like my mother. The way he rocked me back and forth that night, it reminded me of her. I miss her dearly. What would she think of him? What would he think of her? I shook my head, dwelling on it would just make me sadder.
Maybe I’ll ask him about those pictures another day.
My fins perked up, registering that familiar clicking noise coming from the door nearby. Dakari, he returned. I stared at the door, feeling my breath hitch.
Something is wrong. The door is taking far too long to open.
No, someone is trying to get in, and it’s not Dakari.
I better hide.