*14 years later APOV 14 year of pain, suffering because my so called mother couldn't handle it if her daughter was a little different. Well that may be an understatement,
I see visions/dreams of the future. Yes i know, crazy right? Well i am NOT!
As usual the same man wearing the same uniform takes me to the same treatments the happen all the time. The odd thing about this man is that he is unhumanly beautiful, with butterscotch eyes and skin cold as ice, ya everything is supposed to be cold here but even for an asylum he is cold. They never say their names you either call the Sir, Mister, Ma'am or Madam, nothing else. Walking to my immenent torture with my cropped short dark brown, almost black, hair and dainty limbs down the cold hallway, i think of the last thing before I was thrown quite literally into this place. The beatiful doll, the sun shining on my face as I played outside it seem so crazy after all my years here. They did't expect me to live this long here but i am stronger than I look. I am strapped down to the chair as usual as they do the same things they do every day. The beautiful man almost looks guilty as he watches the docters put me through this pain. They do a diagnoses every month but never find anything different, I wonder if I could lie to them and get out of here? No, they would punish me for that, they always figure out somehow when i am lying. Ok treatment over, I am practically numb from all of this. I walk back to the room and the doctor took a different route than usual, this one goes by a window,
it is nothing special, it helps me get through everything now and then, but as i walk past the window, i am not allowed to slow down or else they will get susspicious, there is another beauiful man outside, with blond-ish brown hair tied back. But the truly frightening thing is as he breathes in i already terrifying blood red eyes go black with hunger. It is then i have this strange feeling of safety here, though it doesnt last long as i am locked back in my room again. I sit, wait, do nothing, and as i am about to fall aslepp, my own safe haven the door to my "room" or really my broom closet files open and the man with the changing eyes comes in, and stalks toward me. But before anything could happen my Doctor comes in and fights him away, hold him off and pushes him through a wall! The doctor comes back to me, grabs my hair pulls my head back and says into my ear," i am sorry." those three word freak me out more than you would think but i dont have too long to worry because I felt teeth on my neck, ad then they are gone and replaced by pain I cannto describe running through my veins. Then, i faint.
