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A year ago
Sobs escaped from a brown haired girl, who had a gun pointed at the side of her temple. So betrayed.. She felt so betrayed.. She wanted to die. She wanted to leave. She never wanted to be alone again…. So she'd end it all before anything so horrible could happen.. Her finger tensed on the trigger.
Before she was able to pull it, her door burst open and two men came in. The noise made the girl jump and she dropped the gun. The men soon grabbed her.
"We're going to help you! Stop struggling so much!"
"Nooo! No! No! No!! Don't take me away, don't make me be alone again!! Please! Noo!!! I dun want to go! I'm fine! I don't need your hwlp! Please no!!"
They dragged her away despite her pleas and struggling. She was screaming the whole way, until they injected a fluid into her neck with a large syringe, causing her to pass out. They turned and gave a sorry, pity filled expression to the parents. "Sorry you had to see that. We'll help her.. and let her out in a few years. And it won't cost you anything."
The parent's nodded, having sad expressions on their faces. As the truck drove off into the distance, you could hear the whispers of the brunette's parents. "I knew she was not right in the head. At least we don't have to pay for her "help"." The mother said.
"Yeah. Such a pest too, now we won't have to deal with her."
"We should hack the laptop and give it to her sister. She doesn't need it anyway, anymore."
A few months later
A brunette strapped to a table, was screaming in pain and her body spasming every once in a while. There were numerous wires connected to her, and many screens displaying charts and monitors, keeping track of brain activity, and her body's stability.
"Interesting.. Her heart rate is irregular. And her brain activity is nearly skyrocketing." A man in a white doctor's coat said calmly, recording some data onto his clip board.
The girl continued to scream, tears were running down her face. Her body gave a very violent spasm before the girl coughed up her blood onto herself, and her screams were reduced to slight sobs. Then she went quiet, and her body lay still.
The man in the white coat jumped up. "We're losing her! Quick, revive her! We can't lose such a valuable test subject!" He called out, already starting to insert a tube down her throat to start her breathing again, while the other men in the room began having the wires send electrical pulses to her brain and heart.
Soon the girl's breathing started again, and her brain and heart activity returned to normal. The monitors showed that she was fine.
The doctor sighed, and called the guards into the room. "It looks like it's over. Return her to her room for me." He leaned against a desk, and recorded his findings, while waving off the men as they unstrapped the unconscious girl.
They opened the door and simply threw the girl onto the bed, where she lay limp like a ragdoll.
The next day
The brunette was huddled in the corner of her room, rolled into a ball with her head on her knees and her arms wrapped around her legs. It was empty in the room other than the two beds and herself. Everything was white, horrid white. It was unnerving, it made the brunette want to die. She didn't like it here. Her mind began to drift to yesterday, and a sob escaped her throat.. No she couldn't believe it..
The door to her room opened, and the girl jumped up. It was the doctor, or what the brunette knew him as. He had a sorry expression on his face. "We're sorry about yesterday.. We were lying. Your friend is not really dead. We didn't kill her. We just needed… to test something's out on you. We were oh so very curious of your… "attacks". They intrigued us. Now please don't be mad or sad… It was for science. And science is important! It can help people in the future not have such... Disabilities such as yours."
The girl just looked up at him with shocked eyes. Lied? Why would they lie.. Why would they cause her so much pain? She had never done anything to them.. But the girl couldn't help but think that this was all her fault. Eventually the swirling emotions in her dissipated and she was numb again. Her expression turned blank.
"But to make up for it, we got a gift for you."
The girls perked up at that, and uncurled a bit from her ball position. "Gift..?" She asked, in a weak tone.
"Yes. Your friend is here, and she's going to be here for the whole day, and you get to do whatever you like with her in the facility." He replied in a cheery tone that just sounded robotic to the girl.
The brunette jumped up immediately. "R-really? I-I c-can?" She stuttered out, tears already pooling in her eyes from the amazing gift she was being given. She'd been alone for months, other than the doctor's and guards here.. and the occasional other "special" people at the facility. But none of them cared, so she might as well be in a graveyard.. No. This place was more like hell to the brunette so far.
The doctor seemed to have an annoyed expression cross his face. He really hated it when people stuttered. It really urked him. He shrugged it off though, he'd needed his test subject to be happy so he could break her again. He needed to do it, for science. He let a sincere smile cross his face again. "Of course. Now come along and we'll see her.."
The brunette nodded her head vigorously and followed after the larger man, very happy indeed. The man smirked evilly, Perfect. It'll be all the more easier to crush her again now.
~A week later~
A sharp blade broke the skin of a paled arm. The blood began to seep into the groove of the wound, and soon dripped over the edges and down the arm. Before any of it could fall onto the white sheets or her outfit, the brunette licked the crimson liquid up hurriedly. She couldn't let the blood stain anything.. Then they'd know, and take it away from her again. She needed this.. She hadn't done it in so long.
They'd broken her again. They'd lied to her, and did experiments on how much her attacks really affected her.. While leaving she had managed to grab a medical scalpel, and had somehow not passed out this time. She just made them think she did.
The girl dug the blade into her arm again, once again leaving a deep groove, and licking up the liquid that dripped out. She wasn't scared of them noticing.. They made her cover her arms anyway. Thought the scars disgusting. She laughed quietly to herself.. The pain in her heart and head went away. All that was left was the satisfaction of the pain of her cuts.. But it soon turned numb. She was about to make another cut, before a noise stopped her. She listened closely, and heard a kind voice telling her to stop.
She stood still for a bit, than soon did what the voice said.
It felt like her body went limp, and she got off her mattress. She lifted it up and put the scalpel under it, to use another time. She sighed and laid down on the white bed, and just stared at the white ceiling.
She really hated white. It'd be much better red.. She than fell into a restless sleep.
Sobs escaped from a brown haired girl, who had a gun pointed at the side of her temple. So betrayed.. She felt so betrayed.. She wanted to die. She wanted to leave. She never wanted to be alone again…. So she'd end it all before anything so horrible could happen.. Her finger tensed on the trigger.
Before she was able to pull it, her door burst open and two men came in. The noise made the girl jump and she dropped the gun. The men soon grabbed her.
"We're going to help you! Stop struggling so much!"
"Nooo! No! No! No!! Don't take me away, don't make me be alone again!! Please! Noo!!! I dun want to go! I'm fine! I don't need your hwlp! Please no!!"
They dragged her away despite her pleas and struggling. She was screaming the whole way, until they injected a fluid into her neck with a large syringe, causing her to pass out. They turned and gave a sorry, pity filled expression to the parents. "Sorry you had to see that. We'll help her.. and let her out in a few years. And it won't cost you anything."
The parent's nodded, having sad expressions on their faces. As the truck drove off into the distance, you could hear the whispers of the brunette's parents. "I knew she was not right in the head. At least we don't have to pay for her "help"." The mother said.
"Yeah. Such a pest too, now we won't have to deal with her."
"We should hack the laptop and give it to her sister. She doesn't need it anyway, anymore."
A few months later
A brunette strapped to a table, was screaming in pain and her body spasming every once in a while. There were numerous wires connected to her, and many screens displaying charts and monitors, keeping track of brain activity, and her body's stability.
"Interesting.. Her heart rate is irregular. And her brain activity is nearly skyrocketing." A man in a white doctor's coat said calmly, recording some data onto his clip board.
The girl continued to scream, tears were running down her face. Her body gave a very violent spasm before the girl coughed up her blood onto herself, and her screams were reduced to slight sobs. Then she went quiet, and her body lay still.
The man in the white coat jumped up. "We're losing her! Quick, revive her! We can't lose such a valuable test subject!" He called out, already starting to insert a tube down her throat to start her breathing again, while the other men in the room began having the wires send electrical pulses to her brain and heart.
Soon the girl's breathing started again, and her brain and heart activity returned to normal. The monitors showed that she was fine.
The doctor sighed, and called the guards into the room. "It looks like it's over. Return her to her room for me." He leaned against a desk, and recorded his findings, while waving off the men as they unstrapped the unconscious girl.
They opened the door and simply threw the girl onto the bed, where she lay limp like a ragdoll.
The next day
The brunette was huddled in the corner of her room, rolled into a ball with her head on her knees and her arms wrapped around her legs. It was empty in the room other than the two beds and herself. Everything was white, horrid white. It was unnerving, it made the brunette want to die. She didn't like it here. Her mind began to drift to yesterday, and a sob escaped her throat.. No she couldn't believe it..
The door to her room opened, and the girl jumped up. It was the doctor, or what the brunette knew him as. He had a sorry expression on his face. "We're sorry about yesterday.. We were lying. Your friend is not really dead. We didn't kill her. We just needed… to test something's out on you. We were oh so very curious of your… "attacks". They intrigued us. Now please don't be mad or sad… It was for science. And science is important! It can help people in the future not have such... Disabilities such as yours."
The girl just looked up at him with shocked eyes. Lied? Why would they lie.. Why would they cause her so much pain? She had never done anything to them.. But the girl couldn't help but think that this was all her fault. Eventually the swirling emotions in her dissipated and she was numb again. Her expression turned blank.
"But to make up for it, we got a gift for you."
The girls perked up at that, and uncurled a bit from her ball position. "Gift..?" She asked, in a weak tone.
"Yes. Your friend is here, and she's going to be here for the whole day, and you get to do whatever you like with her in the facility." He replied in a cheery tone that just sounded robotic to the girl.
The brunette jumped up immediately. "R-really? I-I c-can?" She stuttered out, tears already pooling in her eyes from the amazing gift she was being given. She'd been alone for months, other than the doctor's and guards here.. and the occasional other "special" people at the facility. But none of them cared, so she might as well be in a graveyard.. No. This place was more like hell to the brunette so far.
The doctor seemed to have an annoyed expression cross his face. He really hated it when people stuttered. It really urked him. He shrugged it off though, he'd needed his test subject to be happy so he could break her again. He needed to do it, for science. He let a sincere smile cross his face again. "Of course. Now come along and we'll see her.."
The brunette nodded her head vigorously and followed after the larger man, very happy indeed. The man smirked evilly, Perfect. It'll be all the more easier to crush her again now.
~A week later~
A sharp blade broke the skin of a paled arm. The blood began to seep into the groove of the wound, and soon dripped over the edges and down the arm. Before any of it could fall onto the white sheets or her outfit, the brunette licked the crimson liquid up hurriedly. She couldn't let the blood stain anything.. Then they'd know, and take it away from her again. She needed this.. She hadn't done it in so long.
They'd broken her again. They'd lied to her, and did experiments on how much her attacks really affected her.. While leaving she had managed to grab a medical scalpel, and had somehow not passed out this time. She just made them think she did.
The girl dug the blade into her arm again, once again leaving a deep groove, and licking up the liquid that dripped out. She wasn't scared of them noticing.. They made her cover her arms anyway. Thought the scars disgusting. She laughed quietly to herself.. The pain in her heart and head went away. All that was left was the satisfaction of the pain of her cuts.. But it soon turned numb. She was about to make another cut, before a noise stopped her. She listened closely, and heard a kind voice telling her to stop.
She stood still for a bit, than soon did what the voice said.
It felt like her body went limp, and she got off her mattress. She lifted it up and put the scalpel under it, to use another time. She sighed and laid down on the white bed, and just stared at the white ceiling.
She really hated white. It'd be much better red.. She than fell into a restless sleep.
Prolouge for my new fanfic..
Based offa a dream.
(the prolouge is actually the dream i had. And i had this dream a while ago. But it's changed resently.. And i wanted to write about it.)
i could call it story but it has character's that aren't mine in it so yyeeeaaahhh.
EDIT: Imma make this longer.. It's too short. And i forgot a detail XD
EDIT AGAIN: I made it longer than it was when i first submitted it
First Chapter: [link]
Based offa a dream.
(the prolouge is actually the dream i had. And i had this dream a while ago. But it's changed resently.. And i wanted to write about it.)
i could call it story but it has character's that aren't mine in it so yyeeeaaahhh.
EDIT: Imma make this longer.. It's too short. And i forgot a detail XD
EDIT AGAIN: I made it longer than it was when i first submitted it
First Chapter: [link]
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Is the friend me ? (I saw Blacky's comment .) And I don't get it, really . It just says "She" in every single sentence .