The man human smile disappeared, and he waited for her to snap out of her world of nightmares. While he did, he went over to the mirror and examined his face, tracing over the scars, his own memory coming back. A knife slashed in front of his face, and he jumped back. He looked and saw the girl, still hyperventilating on the bed, it hadn't been her. HE hadn't had a memory in such a long time; he had forgotten how real they were to him. He turned back towards Jessica and saw that she had settled down and was only twisting her hair frantically. He looked at her hands and saw no blood running down her arm. 'How strange,' he thought, 'This is something I need to… understand.'
"Have you settled down now beautiful?" he said out loud, sitting beside her, on the bed. As he sat down, she moved to the other side of the bed, away from him. She felt she was on the verge of a break and if she broke all hell would break loose. All she did was nod and puller her legs into her. "Is there anything else in your, ah, story?" Once again she nodded, lifting her head from her knees. She took a breath and started to once again recollect all the years of torture.
"There was another experiment. One that forced them to study me every day, and during that session I would be forced to sit in one of the chairs, strapped to it, with an I.V. dripping into my arm for 2 hours. They wouldn't talk to me or even get me water; they would just make me sit there. I almost want insane. I still haven't figured it what they pumped into me, all I know is that whatever they used changed my DNA because now my hair is now like miniature blades.
"I guess they had some idea of what they were doing to me, but they were surprised I lashed out. One day, when they were trying to force me to sit through another session, I just snapped. I was so skinny that I don't think they expected me to be able to fight, so when I jumped up and rammed one of the doctors into the wall, I think I broke something, they didn't k now what to do. Half of them just stood in awe as I sprinted for the door out of the cell, but just when I got to the door, one of the burlier doctors slammed me against the wall, slamming my head into the wall, and started choking me. I tried to pull his hands off, by he just held tighter. He only stopped when one of the doctors grabbed him and forced him away from me. I dropped to the ground.
"As I was lying on the ground, catching my breath, I heard them talking. Saying that finally something had worked. 'Now get her back in the chair, I don't care how, just don't kill her.' I moved to get up, but the man that had attacked me before, grabbed my hair and started pulling me back. I heard him cry out in pain, like a wild animal. I looked up and saw that the palm of his hand had a cut about 2 inches wide across his hand, that went all the way down to the bone. I watched him amazed and horrified as he cried in pain. I didn't know how to react. I should have gotten up, but I was in shock. When I did get my sense, one of the doctors stuck me with a needle and I instantly fell asleep. I don't know what happened after that. But when I woke up, my hair was raggedly shaved and I was stuck in solitary confinement, where I've been sitting for the past 5 years."