Everything was muffled around me, my mind fuzzed by the drug's effects. The only sound that I heard in the darkness was the painstakingly slow thumping of my heartbeat. Time seemed to move like a movie on slow motion, or at least it felt that way without any reference. In one instance I saw the crowd growing smaller as whoever had me by the hair dragged me away. I saw my arms and legs still and useless. The street and buildings standing next to it shook as I was thrown into a large vehicle, a van. Next time my eyes fluttered open the wind was a whirlwind around me. Hands carried me roughly from the van into an airship, strapping me to a stretcher on the floor. I don't know how long it had been but the drug was beginning to wear off because I could keep my eyes open for longer periods and my hearing had started to return.

"They really beat her… mercenaries. Were… necessary?" said a female voice.

I cringed my ears not working quite right. They only caught pieces of the voices around me. My eyes weren't doing much better, everything seemed blurry and the figures around me looked like dark shadows on an alley wall that loomed over me.

"… the job done. It doesn't… she is as long as she is… our possession," another male voice said.

That voice sent tingles through my mind. It sounded so similar and I swear I had heard it before. Where was it from? Whoever it belonged to all I could remember was that I wasn't very fond of its owner.

"Injection… work now. This is… time to test," he continued.

There was the sharp pinprick of a needle being shoved roughly into my neck. Cold fluid mixed with the warm blood pumping through my veins. Whatever they injected me with hurt… a lot. It also muddled the focus of my mind even more.

"Careful you…" he chided. "I can't… her dead yet. The… suppress her semblance and… Once she's… until then she's… specimen. We can't have her killed yet. After I'm done with my research then we can dispose of her."

My hearing finally returned and through the haze of my head I felt a bone shattering fear arise. The horror of what I was hearing from my captors sounded too similar to my time back at Atlas. Even those memories were things that I wished would stay just that, memories. I hated to imagine what they had in store for me. Panic began to flood through me but then made me pause.

I wasn't having a flashback. In fact, despite the horror and panic I felt I was perfectly fine, considering the circumstances. By this time I'd be an emotional wreck and in Andy's arms.

Andy… I had forgotten about her. I had forgotten that I failed to ask… and failed to get an answer.

I had to escape.

My semblance! If I could use that to cure me of the drug in my system. I squirmed against my restraint with all the strength I could muster, trying to focus the energy inside me. Reaching for it I dove deeper into my mind and grasped for that raw power. As I closed around it the energy slipped past my grip. It felt like water running through my fingers. What was going on?! I could sense it, my semblance, could see it within me but I couldn't control it. Hell I couldn't even touch it.

"Doctor, I think she's awake," said the female.

"Of course, what else would you call her fighting against the restraints? To think you were the best assistant I could find. It's fine, she can't escape in her state. The drug nullifies her semblance and also paralyzes her. The only place she's going is where we take her," he said smugly.

I moaned, drool trailing down my cheek. So that's what the drug was doing to me. It explained why I couldn't use my semblance. Shit. But wait, how'd they know about my semblance? And how did they know how to suppress it?

"Oh yes Skye," the man said, bending over so that he looked me straight in the eye. "I know all about you. I know all about how you grew up paralyzed from the waist down, how you wear mechanical leg braces that allow you to walk and feel. I know about your semblance and how you can heal any kind of wound and how healing the tiniest of injuries exhausts you. Oh and I know all about your friend Andy."

I froze, eyes locked with what I could now see was the haggard, bearded face above me. The recognition did more than freeze me with fear and flood me with panic. There was just no way… no fucking way!

"In fact it was my knowledge of you and that failed faunus experiment that allowed me to capture you so easily," he sneered. "If you haven't realized it yet, I am the head scientist of your experiments and I'm here to finish my research. You're going home."

I screamed.

The hours that passed by were as much torture as my old egghead in charge doing a sort of checkup on me. My only in-flight movie was the fuzzy panic that chained me down as much as the restraints. I watched as they hooked me up to an IV and various monitoring devices, taking notes down on their scrolls. I tried everything but the fluid they kept pumping into my veins was sure to have more of whatever it was that kept me numb and unable to use my semblance. It wasn't a surprise too when I realized that my leg braces had also been disable. What I did have on my side was my wristband that they had overlooked. My armor was leagues away by now but I was able to lockdown my braces so they couldn't remove them. Still it was only a matter of time before they found out about that too.

Atlas was across the oceans and a world away from Vale. After trying as much as I could to get out of my restraint, much to the amusement of the scientist whose name I couldn't remember, I tried to sleep off the ride. I had to stay calm, had to think, and somehow I always came back to Andy. Damn I was a fool. Or that's what she would think of me throwing myself to protect her. I hoped she'd forgive me, if I ever got the chance to ask. When I only snagged a couple hours of sleep I gave up, the rigged deck of the airship made my body ache unbearably.

"What the fuck is your name?" I said aloud, slurring my words slightly.

"Oh you don't remember?" he said casually, glancing from his scroll.

"I try to… forget everything associated with what you assholes did. Ya know, helps me stay sane when you all were trying to drive me insane," I scoffed.

He chuckled, "Sly remarks like that only give me more to use you know. I've heard all about your little fits. And my name is Dr. Evan Kane."

His name brought back a rush of memories, his sadistic smile, the tests, and the pain. I pushed it out of my head because what he said was more chilling than his name.

"What do you mean?"

"Your panic attacks, or what we'd call in the medical society-."

"Megalomaniac Torturer's cult," I corrected him.

"In the medical society," he continued, "as Post Traumatic Stress Disorder. We actually induced them as part of our test."

"You… you were the ones who did this to me?" I whispered through gritted teeth. At that moment I imagined all the ways that I could fillet Kane while keeping him alive.

"Oh yes," he smiled, "it was to see how you would perform under the stress. Your mind did some fascinating things to stay sane."

It was only because of Andy that I stayed sane, I thought to myself. Every horrible time, through every painful night and every near death experience there was always Andy to catch me. Now she wasn't here and it was my fault.

My silence prompted Kane to continue. "Well it was easy to concoct this little drug that we have you hooked up to. It suppresses your blackouts and flashbacks but also gets rid of that nuisance of a semblance you have."

"What?" I exclaimed.

"Yes, it took me years to develop it just for you but its uses are endless when you think about it. Bottom line is that it's a semblance neutralizer, pretty useful in my plans," he said.

"Fuck you."

All he did was laugh. "Look outside."

I cringed my neck to be able to glance out the open side of the airship. Outside it was dark, the last rays of the sun fading into the distance. Even in the obscure night I could see an outline that I had last laid eyes upon when I was a teenager. I had hoped to never see it again, its very image terrorized me.

"Welcome home."

"No… NO!" I screamed, trying futilely to break my restraints.

The facility had survived the years, weathering the elements. It must've stayed open a while after I left, remembering how Andy stayed. They kept her projects open, at least for a while, when they shut down mine. Even then, vines and ivy had crawled up the resilient walls groping for the sunlight. Its gates and fences had rusted and lean in a half bow to the wind. The lights were out and windows were water-stained, giving it a very haunted house sort of feel. It was more like a torture house. What the hell was I thinking, it is a torture house. My own personal hell with my name on it.

Strong winds blasted through the open side door as the exhaust from the engines rebounded from the ground. It was so familiar that I could've been on a mission for Beacon, hopping off like so many times before in my armor and with Andy, my Grimm. Now I was a prisoner again, reliving my childhood in an adult body. With the airship landed and its turbines winding down, Kane's assistants began to undo the leather cuffs that held me down. I saw a chance opening up. I pretended to be more drugged than I actually was, forcing them to pick me up to transfer me onto an awaiting gurney. When they were about to set me down I shook them loose, throwing fists and elbows into ribs and jaws. I hit the ground, my captors nursing their wounds, rolling over to get onto my feet and run. No matter what, with my legs I could outrun them. I remembered enough about the nearby towns and could call Beacon, call Andy, and somehow get this drug out of my system. I never got to my feet.

"Fuck!" I yelled, realizing that Kane had disabled my braces.

I did the only thing I could, and crawled with my arms as fast as I could. The decadent asphalt cut into my forearms and elbows as I literally clawed for my freedom. No more than a few feet away I felt a foot connect with my ribs, agony arcing like lighting through me. I tried to curl protectively into a ball but another foot planting itself on my back… hard. Another needle stabbed its way into my neck and what little control of my body I had left soon disappeared.

They kept me conscious when I wished they would put me to sleep. The squeal and whine of the gurney's wheels sounded like kids screaming as they wheeled me into the gates of hell. No, it sounded like Andy's screams, my screams, tearing through my memory as I relived all those days of tests and experiments.

Wheeling me inside the lobby I saw the state that the years of abandonment had done to the facility. Its walls had protected its guts well enough but there was dust caked on every surface, slight cracks in the floor and walls, and a minimal amount of lighting. The gurney caught on one of the holes in the floor, throwing me off and ripping one of the wheels from it.

"Are you okay?" Kane's female assistant asked, kneeling next to me.

"Why the fuck should you care?" I shot back.

"Well it's my job," she managed to say before getting tossed aside by Kane.

"Stupid woman! I don't pay you to be kind to test subjects!" he growled. "Well Skye, you're going to have to walk, are we going to have any problems?"

Before I could come up with a retort he keyed a command on his scroll and my leg braces went haywire. They bent in ways they shouldn't have and contorted my legs in the wrong ways. I felt my tendons and muscles whine like the Coffin's actuators when they were stressed beyond their limits, pain shooting up my spine. I screamed, trying to force my legs into their right positions to no avail.

"YES!" I bellowed, "YES, just make it stop!"

Kane hit another command and my legs returned to normal. I even could stand and use them like normal yet I guessed that he had put limiters on its strength.

"Good," he said pulling out a gun.

"What the hell is that for, I said fucking yes! You won't shoot..." I taunted. "You're a doctor. I'm your important specimen." Somehow, unsurprisingly, I wasn't convinced of my own words.

The gunshot made me shirk, covering up with my arms and instinctively seeking cover. My ears blared a toneless note, the result of its intensified report as the sound reverberated off the wall. I dropped my arms, confused that the round hadn't struck me until I heard the wheezing on the floor.

Blood poured from the assistant's chest from where Kane had shot her, a pool of dark red slowly painting the floor.

"You… You… Why the fuck did you do that?!" I shouted incredulously as I rushed to her side.

I had never paid much attention to first aid training at Beacon. In my mind, my semblance had rendered those classes useless to me. I could heal any injury so it didn't matter to me that I got low grades there. Now, watching the prone woman gasping for air before me made me regret it all. Placing my hands on her chest I tried to reach for my semblance with no result. I racked my brain as I tried to remember the basics of first aid.

"You said I wouldn't shoot," Kane laughed. "I had to prove you wrong. She was useless to me anyways."

I ignored him, focusing on the woman. Pressure, pressure! That was it, I had to stop the bleeding. Clasping both my hands over the hole in her chest I stemmed some of the bleeding, red staining me up to my elbows as blood spurting from between my fingers. Blood spattered from her lips as she coughed. That wasn't a good sign. It meant… It meant… Fuck me, blood was filling her lungs. The bullet must have pierced one of them. Her chest was rising unevenly as she heaved ragged breaths that only made her cough violently. A bloody hand shakily clasped onto my wrist as I held my hands over her wound, willing her to stop bleeding. Desperate eyes interlocked with mine as she stared pleadingly up at me. Those eyes emptied as another gunshot rang out, blowing a gaping hole into her forehead and spraying blood and brain tissue over my face. The hand on my wrist instantly went limp and the heartbeat beneath my hands silenced itself as her body let out a final sigh.

"NO! NO!" I screamed as Kane's other goons pried me off her corpse. "YOU KILLED HER! YOU FUCKING KILLED HER! SHE DIDN'T DO ANYTHING! SHE DIDN'T FUCKING DO ANYTHING!"

I couldn't tear my eyes of her body as they dragged me away. Too many times I had seen eyes like her, weak eyes, dying eyes, the gazes of people too far gone that I had failed to save. They were the stares of people who'd I'd never met but would never forget as they died in my arms.

"Now Skye," Kane said, holding up his scroll, "do I have to remind you to cooperate?"

I wanted to kill Kane. I wanted him to feel pain. I wanted to skin him alive.

Silently I stopped fighting against the arms that held me and stood on my own feet, glaring into the evil face.

"I will kill you."

"Oh Skye," he said as they shoved me in down one of the hallways, "you couldn't kill as a child, you can't kill as a Huntress. You never had it in you."

As they escorted me through the hallways I muffled my sobs to the best of my abilities. The blood was warm and wet on my hands and face, half of it rapidly drying to a crust while the excess dripped from my fingertips. I was so shaken, it was the first time that anyone had been shot that close to me. I had seen death and comforted the souls of people as they departed this world for the next but none as horrifying as that. These ancient walls laughed at me as I trudged down them, seemingly giddy to have me trapped within them again.

I made a turn from memory, heading to the dorms where Andy and my old room used to be. There was a sorrowful sort of déjà vu, an almost warm curiosity to see if and how it had changed.

"No, not that way," said Kane from behind me. "To the labs I should think. You've outgrown your old quarters and test specimens don't need them," he said in his educated voice. Gods how it made me cringe how he used his intelligence in despicable ways. At least I put my skills to use to help others.

Turning in the opposite direction I walked towards the old testing rooms. As I walked I tried to concoct another escape plan. Nothing I thought of seemed likely to succeed with Kane in control of my leg braces and one of his other assistants holding onto the IV that was attached to my arm. The drugs they kept me on and their monopoly over me ability to move were obstacles the size of Basher. Oh there was that too, no pet Grimm to help me, not even to comfort me. If I could get into a wheelchair I might've had a chance… if I had a head start and a slope to speed me along.

Ghosts of my pasts flashed in my eyes, distracting me from my great escape. They weren't like flashbacks, not painful or mind bending hallucinations. It was like seeing another reality overlap the one I was in, cloud like images formed from my memories. There we were, walking down the hallway to our tests, our normal routine. Was I always that short? Andy's ears were barely noticeable in some instances, fully grown in others. We'd be running away from guards, sneaking out, I grinned weakly seeing us carrying much smaller Grimm. There was scraps on the walls at about thigh height, I wondered if it was from my wheelchair running into them. Then I saw my very first memory of Andy, me lying helpless on the floor and her running the corner to come to my rescue. If only that could happen now.

Inside my old testing rooms were signs of recent use and attempts to bring it back to operations. It was cleaner and power had been restored, the computers and various contraptions filling the room with ambient light. They didn't let me study things long, throwing me roughly into the simulator room. Pivoting I swiftly kicked onto to connect with the closed reinforced door. I tried kicking again only scraping its surface. This room had to withstand the simulation fights and the raw power of my prototype suits, it made sense that they locked me in here. It was a perfect cage and lab table. That didn't stop me from trying. I pounded on the walls until my leg braces locked up, bending my knees in the wrong direction.

"Now Skye, must I remind you?" a voice came through the speaker system. "You may have prevented me from removing your braces but I still have control."

"Fuck you!" I screamed back in retaliation.

The left brace jerk my knee hard and I heard a pop accompanied with a rush of pain.

"AHHHHHHHHHHH!" I screamed.

"I didn't want to do that," Kane's voice said as the braces released tension.

Whimpering I crawled to a corner, holding my knee. It wasn't broken thankful but that bastard had dislocated my knee. Shoving my shirt into my mouth I bit down hard as I did the task at hand, a snap announced my knee settling back into the correct place. I laid against the steel wall defeated and caressing the pain.

Time crept by, or it flew, I couldn't tell inside. The only reference I had was when they dimmed the lights a fraction. I almost wished that I could have my flashbacks, at least they would let me see Andy occasionally. Thoughts of her and home made me cry and I didn't care that they were watching me. Atlas, the facility, the scientist, my past had swallowed me up again.

"I'm sorry Andy," I muttered, "I'm so sorry."

Day 1…

Managed to steal a scroll. Somehow I doubt that I did it by skill or luck, they let me have it and are letting me keep it. I loosened a tile on the wall, using it as a compartment to at least try and hide this scroll. It's probably all part of their experiment, to keep a mental record on me. I need to keep track of the days… or try at least. They give me meals regularly, or at least I think so. The lights don't dim anymore when I feel tired at night, I think it's night. Fuck.

Today is day one, I'm marking it down in her and scratching it with marks on the wall. Nearly tore off a damn nail making it deep enough. They spent the day trying to get my leg braces off. Much to their displeasure they couldn't manage to get them off as much… as they tried. Expecting another escape attempt they drugged me again, turned on some sort of gas inside the sim room. While half of them were electrocuting me, hammering at my braces, doing everything they could to cause me pain while battering my legs nothing work. Thank gods for resilient Atlas tech. Kane watched from a distance, taking notes and doing some more examinations on me. Must've had to update the old test profile of me. They found my control bracelet pretty quick. After some more torture I had to admit what it did, leaving out the parts of how I secured my braces with them. That pissed them off, my laughter turning into screams as they tried something new, electrocuting my nervous system. Still didn't work though.

They injected me more with that drug they developed. Locked my semblance away tight along with my flashbacks. Thanks no thanks guys. I overhead them discussing ways to keep administering it to me. Apparently the injections have to be regular and often for the drug to keep working. Maybe I can use that somehow to my advantage. First day and I'm already pretty beat up. I've got bruises, some cuts, nerves literally feel raw, but nothing is broken yet. Seems like they don't mind damaging my outsides as long as I'm alive, feel like that'll change soon.

Andy would hate seeing me like this. She always hated seeing me hurt. Never seemed to get it through her head that I felt the same way which is always why I was protecting her. Maybe she did know but didn't care. Stupid fox.

I'm going to try and get some sleep

Day 2…

Mother fuckers! Lights dimmed last night but woke up to a fucking Beowulf about to swipe at me. Old training in this damn place for years though literally engraved the Grimm attack patterns. They hadn't changed them, it was easy to take down the one Grimm. Assholes! That's probably just the start though, another fucking tests, it'll all get worst from here.

They didn't bother me today. Left me in the room with that one Grimm assault. Meals got slid through the door. Yeah not trying anything with that little slit, nearly chopped off my damn fingers closing the thing. Seems today though they were toying with me, gassing the room, turning up the heat, a Grimm or two here and there. Easy compared to what they can do. More tests. They're not letting me out to use the restroom, assholes. I don't want to even try to explain what I'm having to do.

My injuries are adding up and it's only day two. If this pace keeps up not even my training will help me. Cuts and bruises are going to turn into broken bones, bleeding, stuff I can't stop without my semblance. But they need me alive to do their experiments, Kane needs me alive… I hope. No, can't think about that, have to keep going, have to stay alive, have to minimize the damage I take. I need a fucking weapon.

I wonder… I wonder what Andy is doing right now. Is she alright? Did she make it out okay? The sirens and backup from Beacon arrived just as they pulled me away, she should be okay. Did they know I was taken away? Do they know where I am? No, probably not. Still, knowing them they'll find me. They have to! And Andy will beat me up when she gets here… or hug me, haha I can never tell. They'll find me… They definitely will find me.

Day 7

Everything hurts… It all fucking hurts.

They broke my legs today. I can't stand. I can't walk. Got pissed off when I kept trying to laugh at their attempts to remove my leg braces. Decided to up things a notch and test my pain tolerance. Bent my legs in a vice until they broke, one at a time. Couldn't stop screaming. Then they electrocuted my nervous system again, burned me, I can't… I can't remember the rest. I might've blacked out.

Threw me back into the sim room and I had to crawl over to my hiding place for my scroll. Gods if a Grimm appears I'm done for. I put the bones back into place as best I could, almost made me black out again. My screams echo in this room… so do my sobs… The braces are still attached, one of the main reasons that the bone didn't splinter out of my skin. They acted as natural splints thankfully. There swelling quite a bit though, the area is turning purple too.

Noticed something today, they hadn't been given me any shots or injections of the semblance suppressant. Besides gassing me out like a fucking honey bee they haven't done anything. But I still can't access my semblance. So they must be spiking my food and water. It's the only way they could be getting that shit into my system.

I've stopped eating and drinking the stuff they give me. Maybe if I can last long enough I can get back enough of my power to heal myself and can think of another plan to escape. I know my body can last weeks without food… but I remember in one of the classes at Beacon that I can only survive a few days without water. I wish I had a fucking drink or my flask.

Either I get my semblance back or… I die from dehydration… I don't want to die. I don't want to die. I don't want to die.

Day 9

Can't… think… barely… type… So… thirsty… Hungry… Must… focus…

I think… I have a fever… Can't stop shaking… Freezing but sweating… Legs look infected from… from… from the broken… can't think…

Semblance… yes semblance… think… I can feel it… almost can control it… almost… almost… at my limit… I might… die…

Day 15

Haven't been able to write in here until now. I lasted until I couldn't move my body and I could feel my own stores of energy sorely depleted. They noticed that I wasn't eating the meals and finally stopped me. Didn't even need to gas me I was too weak to put up a fight. I was midway through healing my legs in my delirious state. Funny if I finished I might've gone into a coma again. I managed to cure the infection and fever, my semblance was mending the breaks when I was stopped. My legs are tender but I can stand and walk at least.

Realizing that I had found out about the spiked food they devised a different way for my daily medicine. Kane found some sort of collar and clamped it tight around my neck. It gives me a regular injection of his drug about three or four times a day. The thing is freaking ridiculous, an inch thick and heavy plus it's tight around my neck. Sometimes it can really constrict my breathing. Andy would think it's kinky…

Two weeks… I've been here a full two weeks. Nothing. Nothing. Nothing but pain. No one except Kane and his assistants. What is taking my friends so long?! They should've been here by now. They should know where I am. Andy would've told them. If they haven't shown up by now… then they really don't know where I am or even who kidnapped me. Or maybe they think I'm dead… they've given up on me…

No I can't think like that. Andy has always been there for me. She has always found me and I have always found her. There's no way that she'd give up. She'd keep trying to find me. She wouldn't stop. She has Bash and Spira to help her to, she'll be alright, she'll be alright.

Unless she's dead… No, no she's alive, she's definitely alive.

I need to keep going, I can't stop. I have to last until they find me, or until I can escape.

Day 33

Can barrely tttype rrriight nwww. My fngers are broken. They've brroken evvry bone in my body, orr almost every bone. Fffccckkk hng nn.

Argh, that's better. Used my semblance to mend my fingers, got the worst injuries patched up before they injected me again. They've tortured me so much that they've had to drag me into the next room for their experiments. The injections have been stopping long enough for me to get a trickle of my semblance back. Once I've healed a handful of my injuries though they inject me immediately so I can't use it again. I can only wield a bit of its energy, can't even use it other method… No can't talk about that too much, don't want them to find out about what else I can do now.

Their experiments… no, their torture reached a peak recently. Nonstop for I don't know how long, left me tied to that table while they… I don't even want to write it down. The marks on my body speak for themselves, outside and in. Kept me there until I finally broke and gave them what they wanted, disconnecting my leg braces. That was I don't know how many days ago. Don't even have my wheelchair. They just tossed me into the sim room when they're done using me, have to crawl everywhere. Can't even relieve myself properly, soil my pants since I can't control anything below my legs. My clothes have been torn, shredded, and bloody from the abuse but this is the worst. I'm living in my own literal shit. Fuck them! Fuck them all to hell! I'm going to kill them, I'm going to break every bone in their bodies and skin them alive. I'll heal them as many times as I have to just so I can kill them again and again and again.

Kane started new tests. He… he… he… started messing with my head again. Told me that even though I had healed my mind with my semblance it didn't fix what he had left. Inside my brain there was some sort of implant, left from my days here at the facility. Gods damn it. Can't even keep my mind safe from them. My semblance had fixed the memory lapses but its reduce affect still gave me my flashbacks and nightmares. Mother fuckers. Even now it's… hard to think… The memories come and go, sometimes I forget well, a lot of things. I've been trying to keep it in check when they let me use my semblance but I can't access enough of my power to fix it.

This is… worse than the physical torture, the experiments. I wish that he'd keep going with those, I'd rather have my bones broken again and again then to have to face this all over again. He made me beg, he made me plead to stop. The tests broke me in an instant, my mental barriers were overcome like snapping uncooked spaghetti. I begged and begged until I couldn't remember any more. I'm losing focus, my grip on reality is slipping. I can't tell what's real and what's fake.

It's been a month. They still haven't come for me. There's no sign of any sort of rescue attempt. I'm losing hope. I don't think they're coming for me. They've given up. She's given up. She… she… who was I talking about… I can't remember there was some girl… she was important somehow I think. Who was she? Remember, why can't I remember? The facility, I'm here? I'm here at the facility. A girl… there was a girl with me here. Her name was… name was… something orange… a fox? A fox, a fox, a fox… ANDY! That was her name, her name was Andy.

Oh no. No, no, no, don't forget her! Don't forget Andy! I can barely remember her face anymore. What did her voice sound like? I miss her… I really fucking miss her. I'm never going to see her again am I?

GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY HEAD!

Day 59

I can't take it. No more. Stop it. STOP IT! Hit me, break my bones, stab me, shoot me just no more! I can't… I can't…

Andy… I saw Andy… She came here… She was here… Then she attacked me. She tried to kill me. I couldn't… I had to… but I couldn't… No… No… Then she went away. I couldn't understand it. It didn't make any sense. She came back, I had almost forgotten what she looked like. Her smile, her ears, her warmth. She attacked me… again… and again… and again… She wouldn't leave. She didn't stop. I could only crawl away. It wasn't C-ydna, it was Andy.

Then I… then I… I… I had to do it. I couldn't but I had to. I had to kill her… I HAD TO! SHE WOULDN'T STOP! SHE WAS INSANE!

Her body stayed in the room with me… I had to watch as the color drained from her skin, the life disappear from her eyes, the blood coat the floor. Then she stood up, she stood up and came at me again. I finally noticed she didn't have her tail… She was a simulation… She wasn't real… Kane, Kane and his demons made her… made her and made me kill her.

It didn't stop. It just wouldn't stop! They keep making her appear. They kept making her attack me. They corrupted her, made her bloodthirsty, insane. They made me kill her and kill her, every… single… time…

I can't… go on… I can't do this anymore… This is too much… I can't… I can't… I can't…

I want to die. I want to die. Kill me. Just kill me already Kane! I know you read this, I know that you see what goes on in my head. Just fucking kill me already! I can't stand myself… I can't live with myself. You won… you won… so just… kill me.

Day 72

There not coming for me. They forgot about me. They forgot about useless, cripple, can't walk Skye. They think I'm dead. I am dead. I'm broken. I'm gone. I'm never going back. There's no rescue. No one will save me. No one will break down the doors and take me away from this place. I'm going to die here. All Andy will find is the dust from my bones.

They're not coming for me. They're not coming for me. They're not coming for me. They're not coming for me. They're not coming for me. They're not coming for me. They're not coming for me. They're not coming for me. They're not coming for me…

Day 88

My only escape now is death. It's the only way I can get out of here. I broke a plate that had food on it. I barely eat now. I feel like my skin is hugging my bone. Hair is ragged, to my waist. Broke a plate. Took a shard and hid it. Sharpened it. Made it sharp. Sharp enough. Hid it away. Going to slit my wrists. Goodbye.

Day 93

They caught me. Noticed I had cut my wrists. Saw the blood. Put bandages on. Made me use my semblance. They force feed me now. Use a tube down my throat. Only way. Nothing left. Can't even die.