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"Go." I signaled towards the door. He slowly walked out of the school, and I directed him to Demetria's room. He turned the knob, it was locked.

I kicked the door down, and Demetria was in the middle of her "appointment".

"Get off of her, now."

"Make me." He dared.

I pulled the trigger, and he fell to the ground, holding his shoulder, as blood streamed down his hand.

"Put on the clothes, I gave you. We're leaving."

Demetria, she's about a few months younger than me. She got here about a few months after I did. She has dark hair, and big brown eyes, and a cleft chin.(Like Demi Lovato!)

"You're not getting out." he said.

"I can easily get past you guys, they don't guard the place, so no one would have to wonder what or who was even inside."

"Why?" he asked.

"Are you kidding me? Oh, I don't know, you raped me on my eleventh birthday, made me a sex slave/ prostitute, and you drug me. Maybe that's my reason."

I sighed,and pushed him towards Alexandra's room. I opened the door, and saw a horrible sight, she laid there on the ground, with a syringe in her chest. She's dead.

I blinked back tears, and took a shaky breath.

"Go." I choked out.

He didn't hear me, he just stood there.

"Where are you going to go?"

"What is it with these stupid question? It's like your oblivious to everything."

"Do you always answer a question,with another question?" he asked.

"Does it bother you? Look, we just want to go home."

We walked down the long corridor.

"If I don't recall, you don't have a family."

"I do, not the foster parents, my real parents, mom, dad, Dalia, Damon."

"You're going to help us get home, you've kept us locked for far too long."

We stood in the hallway, the gun still in my hand.

This is strange, usually he would at least try to make a run for it, its like he wants to stay..

I stare at the gun in my hand, nightmares, flashbacks start rushing in.

Flashback:

"Look Clara, You don't want to be here, I get it."

"I don't think you do." I spat.

"Once you're here, you can't get out."

He shoved me into a room with a man. He had dark hair with green eyes.

I kept my distance.

"Aw, how cute a newbie. How old are you?"

Maybe if I gave him my age, and realize I was under age maybe, just maybe he won't do anything to me.

"Eleven."

A smile grew on his face, I backed into the wall, just wanting to disappear.

He walked closer towards me until I was pinned against the wall. He ran his hands up and down my arms I pulled away.

He tried to be gentle, but I kept moving away, then he became aggressive, he grabbed me, and threw me onto the bed. "This is going to be fun."

I tried to roll off the bed, but his arms were blocking my way , he leaned down and began kissing me. I decided to go along, so I could think of an escape route, I bit down on his lip, bit down on it so hard, it began to bleed. I shoved him, but he grabbed my neck, and slightly choked, and threw me back onto the bed.

He ferociously began kissing my neck, and feeling everywhere, and shoved his hands down my pants. Tears rushing down my face, as I kicked, and screamed. I kicked him in the stomach, and he fell to the ground, I ran towards the door, and I heard a click behind me, I felt my heart skip a beat, I froze in my tracks.

I turned around, and faced a gun.

"On the ."

He grabbed a clump of my hair, and threw me onto the bed, I felt this really hard bang on my head, and everything went black.

Once I regained consciousness, He was on top of me asleep. Tears slipped down my cheek. I looked around, and saw the gun. I felt rough kisses on my neck once again. "Ready for more?"

I cried a bit more. He got off of me, and walked over to the bathroom, I got out of bed, and grabbed the gun and held it in my hands. I turned the safety off, and set it down, I put as much clothes as I could. He came back out, and tried to take the clothes off of me, I grabbed the gun, and shot him. Again, and again...