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Chapter 2

Amanda POV:

It's been a year from that fateful day. The day Alice and I had our first visions, the day we lost everything, the day that we learned that we couldn't trust anyone but ourselves.

Every day here in the asylum we are tortured, told that we are crazy, raped. I'm only eight, and I am no longer pure, innocent. No, now I am tainted, ugly, one hundred percent un-pure. If I could I would go through this everyday if it meant that Ali could go free. I would do anything to help my younger sister.

It's weird; I used to dream of candy, rainbows, and unicorns. Now all I can dream about is death. That is the only way that I can leave this place. I would do it, just to put myself out of my misery, but I can't. I will NEVER leave my sister to fend for herself.

As I lay here, on this hard lumpy thing that tries to call itself a bed, with only a flat pillow, and a thin sheet to cover me up, I think about how our life would be if we hadn't told our parents about our vision. Would it be better? It most likely would, for I don't think anything could be as bad as this.

Suddenly the dark room fills with light from the hallway, waking my sister from her rest right next to me.

"Get up." The doctor at the door said. It is funny, he wakes us up every morning very early and we don't even remember his name.

We do as we are told, very quickly, for we learned long again to do as we are told for the punishment will be most severe.

[FLASHBACK]

THE GIRLS' TENTH DAY AT THE ASYLUM:

"Girls' I want you dressed and by your beds in two minutes." Dr. Jones told us. We looked at each other. We began to get dressed. I helped Ali first, it took us a while for we were not used to this style of dress. Well if you could even call it that.

It took about a minute and a half or so to get Ali ready. And when she was done we started doing mine. We had only managed to get the small barely there underwear and thin dress over my head when the doctor came back in.

He was most upset and angry at us for not listening to him. He looked both of us over, nodded at Ali, and grabbed my arm, painfully, dragging me from the room. I shot one look at Ali whose eyes were glazed over. She's searching the future to see what's going to happen to me.

Dr. Jones stopped to talk to a nurse, I didn't listen to what he was saying, when he was finished talking he continues to drag me somewhere. Soon we go to a door, a stone door. A door that told you many things, it said that some have died behind these walls, but all have been tortured. It also said that this room gave punishments that weren't as bad as others.

Dr. Jones pulled a key out of his pocket and unlocked the door. He threw me roughly in the room and locked it behind me. I wondered what was going to happen to me here. I looked around, the room was very cold and the thin clothes I was wearing didn't help keep me warm. There was barely anything in here, a bed that didn't look comfortable, and a chair. That was all.

But it didn't need more; the room was too small for anything else. It wasn't until much longer that Dr. Jones came back, along with two more doctors. I wondered what they were going to do with me, well I found out.

They made me sit on the bed. One of the doctor's came over and forced me to lie down, I did. I was confused, why didn't I have to lie down? The doctor that made me lay down took off my clothes. I tried to cover myself up with my arms, anything, but they didn't like that. They grabbed my arms, and one of them slapped my face, hard.

Tears sprung to my eyes, why were they doing this? They took off their pants, releasing their boy parts. One of them put their hand on my girl part. I tried to get away, but I was only one small seven, almost eight year old girl, what more could I do?

They slapped me again and told me not to move. I stopped moving; maybe they would stop if I didn't move, I was wrong. One of them lifted me up, while another laid down where I was just a second ago. They put me on top of him.

Then one got on top of me, so that I was sandwiched between them, and one put his boy part in my face. What were they going to do?

I got my answer when all of a sudden I felt a lot of pain down there. I looked down and saw that the one on top of me had his boy part inside of my girl part. But that wasn't the only place I felt pain, no I felt pain in my butt too.

I wonder why? They were moving back in forth making it hurt so bad. I wanted to scream for them to stop but I could because the man who had his boy part in front of my face opened my mouth and put his part inside. I wanted to throw up! The taste was terrible!

Eventually I just became numb, I could still feel, but it wasn't as bad. I stayed still and let them finish, which they did, thank-god!

When they were done they pulled out and got dressed, Dr. Jones told me to get dressed, in a minute or the punishment would be worse. Sore and in a lot of pain I sat up and got dressed.

The same thing happened to Ali five months after that.

[END FLASHBACK]

In all this time, we haven't spoken a word since that fateful night a year ago. As the days passed we found out that we could talk to each other in our minds, but only if we are close. And we can feel each other's pain.

As the years passed, we grew older and treatments and punishments grew worse. The kept us drugged, so that we couldn't escape, they beat and raped us a lot.

One day a man named Jason started to work here. He was different, he was very cold to the touch and he had strange red eyes. But as time wore on he seemed to grow very fond of us. He helped keep the other doctors away from us.

And for the first time in years, we spoke, but only to him. Our voices were weak, therefore we couldn't use them for long. He understood though, and tried to help us be able to speak well again. Eventually we got better and were able to have small conversations.

With Jason's help we were able to speak again, and he was helping us become better. He gave us food every now and then. We were very grateful for they don't feed you much here. Ali and I were so skinny you could literally see our bones.

And because of the malnutrition we were very small. About 4' 10", we used to have long flowing black hair that reached our butts, but they cut it off as a punishment. It was now short and spiky. They kept it short too; every time it got to our shoulders they would cut it.

The only way you can tell us apart is the fact that Ali has icy blue eyes, from our mother, I have emerald green eyes, from our father, Ali parts her hair to the right, and I part my hair to the left.

I thought that things were getting better, Jason was trying to get custody of us, and Ali and I were moving on from our past. It will always haunt us, but hopefully we can move on.

But I should have known that things were too good to be true, for just when things were looking better, he showed up, James…

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