Chapter 1
Her breath becomes shallow as her mind drifts off into darkness. She feels a surge of peace and relaxation as her body becomes numb, but it won't last long. No matter how much time goes by, her dreams are filled with pain and hatred. Chains, needles, doctors, blood, screams of pain. Her eyes shoot open, her body drenched in sweat. Her hands are shaking violently as she clenches her hair in fear. It felt like days- no, weeks, in that dream...many horrid weeks. But in reality, it was only just another night. A cold tear rolls down her scarred cheek, and she lets out a heavy sigh. It was no dream...rather, an ancient memory. "Oh man, they'll clear me for this..." she says faintly through chapped lips, while her sweaty hands creep towards her back. Every day she hopes for them to go away, for them to just be gone in a flash. But no matter how much she wishes, they remain. Those thick scars that paint an ugly picture on her back. Two, in particular, make her heart sink like a rock in water. Those two scars, are different in a way no one could ever understand. They open to reveal something not even a god would think possible. And they close back up when she demands it be done so. She digs her nails into her back; and continues to do so until blood starts pouring out, leaving a scarlet red trail. But the thing is, she didn't even feel it. She's been through so much pain in her short life, that she seemingly feels it no more. The only pain she feels is the deadliest; mental pain. She may be strong in the physical sense, but her mind is a completely different story.
She shuts her eyes, thinking about the day ahead of her. She sits up and places her feet onto the soft carpet below. She puts on a pair of black skinny jeans with multiple rips covering their surface. Next, a black tank top, and over that a grey long sleeve. To top it off, she spins around to grab her black hoodie and leaves it unzipped. She's never found the amount of dark clothes she wears unusual, especially not the black-only makeup. She applies a thin layer of mascara and uses some eyeliner just for her own shits and giggles. She looks at her long, dark brown hair, and decides to leave it the way it is; with thick waves. However, she does give it a slight brush, after taking notice of how many knots it gains over night. She looks back at herself in the mirror and goes to grab her eyepatch when a flash of memory occurs. The man with a metal arm, slashing her face with an unbelievably sharp knife. She uses her other hand to stop herself. She decides to leave her scar alone; the scar that lengths over her left eye. She makes her way outside, ignoring how deep the snow is and how it seeps into her black uggs. She enters the black SUV that is parked directly across the street, and let's two words slip through her lips; making sure they are muffled so no one hears except for the shadow that is placed right beside her... "Hail Hydra..."