A/N So I just realized I have headphones in but I am not listening to anything? That's okay, I already turned the Greatest Showman Soundtrack on!

I do not own Kickin' It so just remember that.

I struggled in the chair, but a rope had been tied around my waist to the back of the chair.

"I suggest you hold still, I just need to draw a little blood."

I stopped moving and watched what the Leader was doing. He had a cloth and cleaned a spot of my arm, and put on gloves. He disinfected the needle and turned back to me.

"I told you, no need to worry. I just need a little proof for your family, so they know it's really you."

I closed my eyes and felt a sting as a needle was poked into my arm. When we had finished I opened my eyes and he placed the blood filled needle on his cart, which was wheeled away.

"Anything you want to tell mommy and daddy?" He asked. I ignored him and he ripped the tape off my mouth.

It hurt, but I kept in a scream. "Get away from me!" I yelled. I tried to kick or punch him, but my arms and legs hurt really bad. The Leader slapped me again, so the camera could see.

"We have got to work on your manners!" he exclaimed.

"You son of a-" I started to yell.

"Biscuit!" he interrupted. He looked down at my feet and saw my ankle.

He took a step towards me again, and put his foot on mine. He put some weight on it and started to twist my ankle.

"Stop! Please!" I begged. I screamed as he slowly twisted it. I started to cry again and he finally stopped.

"Get up."

The rope on my waist was released and I tried to push myself up. When I couldn't do it, someone pushed me up to my feet. I fell down after losing balance of only standing on one foot. I tried to stand again, but it wasn't really working. Wesley came to my side and roughly grabbed my arm and lifted me up.

"Take her back to the room."

Wesley grabbed the arm with the bad ankle and dragged me out. Only a few steps out of the room, Wesley got tired of dragging me. He grabbed my waist and carried me back to where Jack was.

He chained my good foot back up and left.

"Kim, what happened?" Jack asked.

"Well, he took this video to send to the Royal Family. He took some of my blood and then I said something he didn't like. He twisted my bad ankle and I can't walk now," I explained.

"Can I see?"

I scooted closer to put my leg out.

"This looks bad Kim, what did he even do?"

"I don't know, it hurts though."

Jack looked at it for another second and the door opened again. It was Wesley again.

"Leave her alone!" Jack commanded. He pulled me behind him and stood up.

"Relax Jack, I'm here to patch Kim up."

Wesley lifted up a first aid kit and came to me. "May I?" He asked, gesturing to my ankle.

I nodded and he took off my shoe and sock. He opened the first aid kit and pulled out some wrap. He looped it around and around, and it felt really good.

"Can I take a look at your arm?" He asked.

"Yeah," I told him.

He untied Jacks shirt and looked at the wound. He cleaned my arm and it kind of stung. He patched it up with a lot of gauze and tape.

"Why are you doing this?" I asked.

"Why? Do you think I like you or something?" He laughed. "No, Boss wants you cleaned up."

"Oh," I said.

Wesley took out another cloth and wiped the rest of my arm. Then he cleaned my other arm.

"Close your eyes."

I closed them and felt another cloth cleaning my face. I opened them when Wesley was done and he handed me some clothes.

"Get changed," he said leaving the room.

"Wait! What about my ankle?" I asked.

He came back in and undid the ankle chain. He closed the door and I realized I didn't have a place to get changed.

"Jack, can you just turn around? I'll be quick," I asked.

"No problemo," He said.

He turned around and I took off my shirt. I unfolded the new clothes and examined them. It was a red, yellow, and white striped shirt that changed strip colors around the shoulders. It was actually pretty cute. I put it on and tried to take my pants off, which kind of hurt and took a while because I was sitting on the ground.

I was trying to put the denim shorts on and must have been grunting while I was doing it.

"Kim, you alright?" Jack asked in a teasing voice.

"Fine," I said, still grunting.

I finished putting them on and let out an audible sigh. "I'm done, Jack."

"Finally- wow, that looks good on you!" He noted.

A few minutes later Wesley came back in and took my old clothes. "You hungry?" He asked.

"Yes!" I said.

Wesley left and came back with a 2 sandwiches, 2 bottles of water, and 2 apples. He set them down and put the chain back on my ankle and left.

Jack and I quickly ate the food and drank all our water. I saw Jack look at me, and then he started to laugh.

"What's so funny?" I asked him.

"You look cute when you eat," he said, still chuckling to himself.

"Just be glad I did eat. You do not want to see me when I'm hangry!" I advised.

We continued to talk again and every once in a while someone would come in and check on us. Wesley came in later and let us know something was happening tomorrow. I tried to ask what, but he wouldn't say anything else.

He left again and someone else came back with another sandwich and water that I happily devoured. Even though we hadn't done much today, I was really sleepy. I yawned and noticed my eyelids becoming super heavy.

"Sleepy?" Jack asked.

"Just a little," I replied.

"Here," he said. He lifted me up and brought me to the bed.

"Thanks, Jackie," I said.

"No problem Kimmy."

Before I knew it, I was asleep again.

Okay, get ready for another deep talk session!

So just as I was editing this chapter I thought about what my question would be today. Then I knew there was something I was really passionate about earlier today but I couldn't remember. Then I thought about how this chapter was kind of dark and how I was going to apologize. Then I remembered what I was passionate about earlier.

We read this thing in English today and it really touched me. It was an article (I'll find it later) and it talked about exposing kids to dark themes. We are allowed to write whatever we want about the article but we had questions we were advised to answer. Given that it wasn't going to be checked, I decided to expand on my opinion of the article. (I ended up talking more about the article itself rather than what the article talked about but whatever) Here is just a little bit of it.

The article was presented as "dark" to our class by the teacher. I respect her a lot but I didn't think it was dark. Instead, I thought how it was deep. I believe that although dark and deep are not the same description, people have similar reactions. With both, we, as a society, suppress the feelings and thoughts these bring. It is good to be exposed to both deep and dark themes so we can learn. It is also important to know the difference. Dark themes shouldn't be thrown around lightly, especially to young kids. However, deep themes (again, I believe) are very important to growing and understanding human nature and those around us. If people see a deep theme and simply say it is "too hard" "inappropriate" "irrelevant", how will you learn? If you aren't taught real-world issues, how will you deal with the real world outside of a sheltered school and home life? (Like in Harry Potter, if they aren't taught to perform the spells, what is even the point of learning them?)

Sorry no question today, unless you want to expand on what I already said, but if you are still reading this, you are probably done with my rants. I hope you have a great Tuesday though!