Thank you for the reviews: I would like to say sorry if this is confusing people who are on later chapters but I have gone back and re-edited each chapter so that they have more content xx I have tried my best to stick to my original plot
I could see the pain before I felt it. He slices my forehead til the sharp blade and the cut slightly deeper into my forehead. I felt like I was going to pass out then he stopped.
I didn't know what was happening but I could feel that the digging into my head was I heard harsh, cruel laughter as I notices drops of blood coming from my head. I could feel the blood leaking down my head, something that would usually make me feel faint.
When I was little, I would often fall a lot. Dainty as everyone said I was, I was extremely unbalanced and would usually end up with some sort of cut or bruise. I couldn't afford to faint now, I could believe that I would cost me my life. I Bit my tongue hard as I felt my heart beat faster and I began to feel faint and my eyes blacked out.
I awoke once more in the small room, tears streaking down my face as I begged for the my life to go back to normal. How long was I going to be trapped here? I couldn't stand this torture that was so cruel and unusual I racked my brain to think of anything logical that gave them any reason to do that to me. Placing two fingers to my temple, I felt that the blood had dried over and that I must have been out cold for a while for the scab to heal over by now. I could feel the numbing pain, but I didn't care. My Distant life had been so perfect. This was the opposite and I knew deep down it was also, permanent. Someone would have got me by now. Nobody cared. Nobody knew. I could feel the tears streaming down my cheeks again as I looked towards the darkened window above me. There was a pool of blood where my head had been laying showing that the hadn't even tried to stop the bleeding.
My visions would not work and my head was in too much agony to be able to think straight. I couldn't remember what had happened and I don't think I wanted to either.
It could have been weeks and I would never know. When was my mummy going to get me? I needed my family or something to give me the slightest amount of hope that I wouldn't be stuck here for ever. But my hopes where not high.
Another night passed and I could do nothing but hope that someone would let me out. I didn't want this to happen again tomorrow, I needed to get out. I was eight years old and I was destined to live my life in a house with my family. No longer a reality, more like a fantasy.
The morning came to quick for my liking. I was feeling dead and helpless. I had seen nobody and the only people I had seen had tortured me. Was there anyone kind here? Did they not see that people need to be loved and that nobody should be treated like this?
My door opened again, This time the man re-entered. I could feel the panic rising. I felt blind without my visions. Anything could happen to me.
"Morning Mary. I see you have recovered quite well." My mind was rapidly thinking of many comebacks but I quickly lost my courage when I remembered the consequences of that last time. So I simply stared.
"I suggest that if someone is being polite, that you Return it Mary. Now come along, You have missed two valuable weeks of Treatment." Two weeks? I didn't care at the moment, By being unconscious, I was getting myself out of treatment. That's all that mattered.
I didn't move, Just looked at him.
"Come on, You want to get better don't you?"
"I'm not I'll!" I shouted.
"Oh But I think you are. Yes. Very very ill and I think you may need extra treatment today young lady." He grabbed both my wrists and pulled me out the door. Again, I saw the other doors like mine. I wonder if I can communicate with someone who is next to me? Maybe we can talk and I wont be alone any more.
We reached the room once again and I attempted to kick the man holding me in the grasp but it was no use. The man simply held me tighter.
"Now silly girl, stay still this time." I obeyed and sat down in the high chair where I was wired up to a machine next to me. I looked down to see them stabbing the needles into my arm. I hope they knew what they were doing. I could see the blood oozing out the sides of the puncture mark and a bruise was forming under my skin. They then did the same in my legs and neck where I could feel the blood seeping from my body.
"This time Mary, we will let you see," He held a mirror to my so I could see the dark red scab that had formed in the centre of my fore head. Then I head the drill. Looking over, I saw the man bringing it towards me, they were going to make me watch. I tried to push my head down but they grasped it in an iron vice and stabbed pins through my eyelids. I wanted to cry, I wanted to die. Living wasn't worth this pain. I needed to get out. Yet I was stuck staring at my head as the pushed the drill into my head. I could feel myself passing out again as I was forced to watch the blood ooze out of my scull and run into my eyes and mouth. Then. Black
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