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I think she's crying. Or maybe that's just me. But with blood pouring out of where her eyes were supposed to be, I could never tell. I've been staring at her for a while now; I just don't seem to be able to tear my eyes of her face and body, doesn't matter how gross it is. I know it's weird, but I can't help it- it's, on a weird way, mesmerizing. Now, this might've sounded wrong- I didn't mean it on a creepy way, more like… an enchanting one. Clove hadn't slept since she came back. Hell, she hasn't even blinked. But that might be an understandment; she's probably afraid they'll come and do more to her than they already did. If I was her, I know I would be.

I don't know how much time I've been staring at her. I've notice that since I woke up yesterday I've been losing track of time a lot. But when I do zone back up, is when the door opens and a cry can be heard on the distance. I snap my head up and look at glimmer, wanting to see what they've done to her, preparing myself to know what to expect.

She isn't as bad as Clove or Johanna; only a few bruises on her hips and chest, as well as scratches all over her nude body. I also notice that there's blood running down her arms and legs, and she's shaking and crying. I flinch when I feel a pressure on my arms, and as I look up, find that they've grabbed my arms. My eyes widen in horror, but that's mostly anything and everything I do. I'm paralyzed with panic, and I feel my body being dragged out of the door, then it slamming shut. My body is dragged all the way to what I would like to call a torture chamber, my back getting scratched and scarred by the hard, concrete floor. When the door opens, the first thing I register is the smell. Gee, it smells like… hormones.

"Holy shit." I say, scrunching up my nose. "Smells like teen spirit." I say. I hear one of the guards snort at my comment, and I smirk. Then, they slump me down on a metal table roughly, and my back burns like hell. "Oh, Fuck." I moan, hissing in pain. "This hurts!" I say, trying to lift my back off the cold surface, only to be pushed back down. "Stay down." A monotone voice says, and it kind of scares me so I do what it says. They strap down my arms and legs, and I reply with a panicked, "The fuck you're doing?!" but whoever this is smirks and looks at me with big, bloodshot eyes. "Mouth shut." They say, and exit the room.

Okay, this is creepy. First I'm saying smartass comments about how this room smells like fuck-literally-, and now I'm sassiest than Gerard Fucking Way, which gets me to the conclusion that I must've hit my head pretty badly. While me considering my sassy ways, a bald and creepily pale man enters the room with a huge syringe on his hands. "What are you going to do with me?" I ask, my voice coming panicked. The man laughs the kind of laugh that villains have on the movies and make you only want to crawl on a hole and simply wait to die.

"Oh, sweetheart. You'll find out soon enough." He says, before putting the thing on my arm and pushing the liquid inside me. My blood feels heavy, and my vision gets soggy and weird colors and things dance around me. I see something out of the corner of my eye, and giggle. "You see that unicorn too, right?" I ask, unable to contain my giggles. The guy smiles and shakes his head. "But it's there!" I say, pointing with the little movement these restrictions let me at the corner where the majestic white unicorn stands. "oh, yes. It's dead." The guy says, his smirk not leaving his face. I glance over at the unicorn, and sure enough, it looks dead.

"He's not dead." I say I a 'duh' tone. "He only looks that way." I say, and feel rather proud of myself for managing to explain that to this guy.

"Hey, baldy?" I ask, trying not to stare at the little red-headed man dancing on his bald head. "Yes?" he asks, sounding annoyed by the nickname I've given him. "What's your name? It's quite rude to call people by an insulting nickname?" I ask bluntly. He smiles again and says, "Dan." "Dan? Dan What?" I ask, looking for a last name. "Dan Nothing." He says. "Well, Dan Nothing, will you explain me what are you going to do with the knife you have on your hand right now?" I ask him on the kindest way I can. "Oh, sweetheart you don't worry. You'll only feel lots of pain." He says with a sweet smile. "Oh, okay." I say with a smile similar to his.

He shakes his head and chuckles, before getting near me and putting the knife on my right shoulder blade, before sinking it deep into my flesh and making a line from my shoulder to my collarbone. "THE FUCK?!" I scream in pain, and I hear him laugh. "Man, this seriously is NOT funny!" I say, but laugh anyways. "Why the fuck am I laughing?" I ask Dan Nothing. "You're high on drugs sweets." He simply says. "Oh. Then that might explain the unicorn…" I say, my face blushing at the realization that I was hallucinating and there was no unicorn here, even though I can see it right now jumping around and running through the room like a fucking mad horse.

He laughs and smiles, before without warning stabs me again. "Fucking Hell!" I yell, unable to contain my moans and pleads of pain. I feel myself sober up by the third cut, and when Dan finally takes the knife off my left arm, I frown. "Oh, sweets! Why are you frowning? That is absolutely not good for you!" he says with a crazy smile, before putting the knife on my left cheekbone. "Why so serious?" he asks, before thrusting it in and dragging it all the way to the corner of my mouth. I scream; the pain is unbearable.

"oh, dear. Why are you still frowning?" he asks, before doing the same on the right side of my face. I scream yet again, and he then frowns. "Oh, I know what to do!" he says, and disappears through a door. A few seconds later, he comes back with a needle and thread. He then starts to carelessly stitch up the Chelsea smile he has given me.

"now, Let the fun begin."

Yeah. Kinda some comedy here… I honestly don't know where this chapter came from. Wait…. No. actually, I am a tad obsessed with Chelsea Smiles, and if you don't know what they are, here's a picture- encrypted-tbn0 . gstatic images?q=tbn:ANd9GcQrez3LT9C8uQJVwKN1sLnN DqyEbKcDOc3OgCTHW2u6VKRgjNqV Kw (remove spaces)

I actually am thinking of making that my Halloween costume this year, along with a Joker outfit. But you don't really have to know that, so yeah. Review, or do anything if you liked it. Favorite, or something- you can also ignore completely this author note like if I'm a complete idiot, (Which, by the way, I am.)

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