Zara was tired of life.
She just wanted to die.
But they wouldn't let her.
So she let herself wake.
Zara realized that they knew what had made her sink back into her coma
She was depressed
But something was different.
"Zara!"
She could sit up!
She did so.
Zara was in a white hospital room. A machine was next to her bed. Cords ran from it to her chest. A cheap blue chair was next to her bed. On it was her mother, nearly asleep.
Grunt
Why could she not talk? She wondered.
Her anger started...
The drug filled her senses...
But she fought it and won
"Zara! Oh my precious little baby! I was so scared when you gave up and went back into the coma and...."
Her mother was babbling
Yet she would not touch her daughter
What had happened?
She yearned to ask her mother, yet she could not control her mouth anymore.
Then she felt a tiny keyboard, the keyboard of the microcomputer that her hands were resting on.
She could not look down to see the keys.
Something on her neck prevented her from seeing any part of her body.
But Zara managed to slowly and carefully type
"Stop"
And she clicked enter.
The voice that said 'stop' was her cute, adorable voice...
It had no emotion
Her mother stopped talking to stare at her
"What"
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"With"
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"Me?"
No emotion
She was drugged again.
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And so it continued.
Over the next two months she was allowed to use all her body parts
They never showed her a mirror
They kept her head restrained so she could not see her body
And when she mentioned it they drugged her.
But Zara was a smart 7yr old...
She wore them down