Hey Pina here! Sorry long time no see DGM fandom! I've been a bit busy ^^" school started yesterday which was nice I guess.

I've felt down lately and...very useless. I wanted to convey my feelings threw Lenalee when she was trapped in the black order at a young age as they tried to activate her innocence. I don't know fully how she felt, but I'm sure we all can relate in some way.

I won't leave a AN at the end this time so please read and review. Much appreciated.

Disclaimer: I don't own DGM

"Let me go!" She screamed as she fought violently against the people holding her down by her arms and neck.

"Hurry and put her back in her room! Make sure to tighten the straps this time." Voices swam around her head as one man ordered the others around.

Soon the girls wrists were bound and she was picked up roughly. She continued to struggle in protest, but it was in vain just as her pleas she once spoke were. The peoples rough hands squeezed her and made her flinch. But she didn't give up. She would fight tooth and nail to get out of this hell hole! Even if it was the very last thing she did.

Soon one of the scientists opened a door and threw her in the awful place she was forced to call her room. They threw her on the white sheeted bed before quickly wrapping black straps around her stomach and undoing her hands. Eagerly her bruised fingers forced themselves to try and undo them. But quickly her small hands were grabbed aggressively as they scolded her for the attempt.

They pinned down her hands and strapped them in the leather as well, even as she continued to claw desperately at them for release. And when they finally wound around the girls legs did she stop protesting.

They hurt so bad. It felt as though searing hot needles were slowly being poked into her legs, the moment they touched agonizing pain would course threw her entire body. Every test to make them activate failed. And soon the young girl knew that she would lose her mind her here. They would continue on and try and try again, all until they were finished. No matter how much she ran, she knew she wouldn't escape them. They would always catch her, and bring her back.

It was at that thought that she began to weep. Her face grew hot and her vision blurred. Her chin quivered and her nose grew runny. Soon hot, thick tears made it impossible to see as they soaked her cheeks and drenched the cuff of her purple dress. Her head shook as sobs racked her body.

But she did not make a sound. For she could not. Her throat long sore from screaming, from being experimented on. crying out for her only living relative. The pain hurt. So so bad. So why did she continue and fight them?

Was it her anger that led her on or her shear will power? Her will to see her brother smiling at her. Or to be free? The simple luxury of standing and being allowed to walk on her own? She didn't know.

The scientists shot a needle into her arm and began to leave. Soon a peaceful feeling began to flow through her and her legs felt painless. And as darkness began to show itself through her blurred vison. The girl held onto the one thing she knew for certain. Lenalee knew that she didn't want to be alone anymore.

And soon as black became all she could see, she heard the door shut all the way. Leaving her alone in her prison.