The surgeon came in confident with his intent, not waiting for the anesthetiser to work in he began to slice through my head. I felt the warm blood dripping down my forehead onto my eyes. Filthy glass like filter glazed my eyes. But I could still make out his face. He pulled down his mask for a second and smiled.

“Everything will be ok, I just need to get rid of the bad parts, the cancer so you’ll be normal, so you’ll be happy like you’re meant to be.” He said softly. My face tingled as he caressed my face smearing blood all over. The numbness settled in just as I tried to scream to struggle but I remembered, I agreed to this nobody forced me.