Darcy's p.o.v

The last cut to her skin stung the least, because by then her skin had gotten used to the blade running across her skin. The longest cut had been down her left arm, starting from her shoulder to her elbow, curving with the shape of her arm, and it was still bleeding fiercely, the blood becoming annoying as it dried on her arm and her fingers, irritating Darcy so much that she desperately wanted to wipe the blood away. Her mother had left as soon as the last cut had been made, the heavy metal door slamming ignored by Darcy, but the cold draft that the door left behind cut straight through her, making her shiver from lack of dress. Her mother had removed, more like ripped, the shirt from her body, the over shirt she had on, only leaving the tank top underneath, and already the freezing cold room was sending goosebumps prickling on her cold skin. As she looked down at her arm, she couldn't stop the small gasp that escaped her mouth at the sight. Her whole arm was coated with red, some even having a black hue as the blood dried, but most of the cuts littering her arms were still bleeding sluggishly

"God" Darcy spoke to herself, shifting her bound hands around in circles to see if the bounds had loosened while she was struggling against the chair in pain, while her mother was completely oblivious to her pain

"Darcy, how nice to see you again" her mother cooed, but she could tell that her concern was fake just by the tone in her voice, or because she had tormented her daughter

"Hello to you too, mother" Darcy muttered, scanning the room the best she could to try to find her mother in the dark room. A overhead light flickered on, but it was almost dim enough to not irritate Darcy's concussion, but it annoyed her, because it continued to flicker every minute, sending her into darkness. Every time the light flickered off, her mother took one step closer to her, the smile getting slyer every step she took until she was right in front of her chair, leaning on the backrest of the chair

"Here" her mother spoke, holding a bottle of water in her left hand, her right unclenching constantly at her side. When Darcy's eyes noticed the water, she finally noticed the searing thirst that raged in her throat, and she almost gave in, her lips almost sticking out to lick her lips in thirst, but she bit her tongue

"You've got no choice in the matter, darling" she spoke, and in quick reflexes, she grabbed her chin in a vice grip, tipping her head back and forcing it against the backrest of the chair, the back digging into the back of her head. Darcy gritted her teeth against the pain and preventing her mother from tipping whatever was in that water down her throat, but her mother was stronger than Darcy realised. She squeezed the sides of Darcy's mouth with her nails hard, and no matter how much Darcy tried to keep her teeth gritted, her mouth betrayed her. Her mouth slowly opened, her jaw cracking from lack of use

"There we go" her mother snarled, the cracking of the top loud in Darcy's ear, and the sudden rush of cool, cold water rushed down her throat. Darcy had to resist the urge to swallow down the water greedily from thirst, to show her mother that she was very thirsty. But her body slowly started to go numb, her eyelids drooping as she was forced to drink more and more water. Soon she couldn't even keep her own head up, her head almost tipping backwards if her mother was not holding her jaw tightly in her hand, but she was desperate to keep her eyes open, watching as her mother's lips turned up in a sly smile

'She's put something in the water' Darcy thought horrified as her eyelids continued to droop dangerously, her vision greying at the edges as unconsciousness pulled her in


Kendall's p.o.v

He couldn't believe his eyes as a tall figure stood at the reception desk of the Palm Woods talking to Mr. Bitters, his tall frame leaning across the desk. The man was turned slightly to the side, but Kendall still managed to recognize him the instant he saw him, Darcy's father. Kendall had stopped dead in the lobby, frozen on the spot letting Carlos, in a hyper mood, crash into his back, but it did nothing to divert his attention. Mike was meant to be on tour with Darcy, getting two weeks off according to Mama Knight who often talked to Mr. Black and telling Kendall

"Kendall, come on!" Carlos whined in his ear, pulling at his shirt sleeve hard to get his attention, but Kendall still stood like a dork in the middle of the lobby, staring at Mike

"That's Mr. Black" Kendall spoke dumbly to Carlos, never talking his eyes from Mr Black's figure, watching him like a hawk. From beside him, Kendall heard Carlos let out a large sigh, a fragment of movement from the corner of his eye, and then Carlos was almost nose to nose with Kendall

"And?" Carlos spoke in a childish tone, raising his eyebrows and throwing his hands up in the air "we know that's Mr Black! Let's go" Carlos pulled Kendall harshly towards the door, but being the stubborn person he was, Kendall dragged his heels as soon as Carlos almost dragged him past the front desk

"Mr Black?" Kendall grunted, trying to slap Carlos' hands from his shirt and give his full attention to Mike. When Kendall looked up, still slapping at Carlos' hands when he tried to grab at his shirt again, Kendall noticed that Mr Black did not look directly at him, but to the side

"Kendall isn't it?" Mr Black spoke, squinting his eyes at Kendall to make sure it was him

"Yes" Kendall spoke "aren'tyoumeantobeontourwithDarcy?" Kendall rushed out in one continues sentence, his breath heaving as he watched Mike look away from him for a moment, an emotion in his green eyes that Kendall couldn't read

"So what?" Mike suddenly snarled, becoming violent towards Kendall. He took a threatening step closer, like what Kendall had just said angered him greatly, which it had. Mike snarled at Kendall, and Kendall noticed that Carlos almost took a step back

"K-Kenny, lets go!" Carlos hissed, a small whimper escaping his mouth as he tugged at Kendall's shirt again desperately

"No, I want to know what's happened" Kendall snarled, squaring his shoulders and preventing Mike from escaping from the room, blocking the stairs. He saw the murderous look flicker across Mike's face, a vein pulsing from his temple

"Get out of the way" Mike spat venomously at Kendall, trying to shove Kendall out of the way by shoving him hard at the shoulder but he barely moved from the shove, only taking a small step backwards, but Kendall quickly gained his balance back

"What's happened?" Kendall asked quietly, a sudden gut feeling scaring him, because it was about Darcy


The hit came as a surprise as it threw her head to the left side, a stinging sensation flooding through her senses to wake her from the blackness. Her senses were jumbled for a moment until her vision cleared with difficulty, Darcy realised that she was still tied to the chair, but instead she was in the centre of the room, the ropes which had already rubbed her skin raw were biting hard into her wrists from behind her back as the pain was slowly making itself known in her mind. As she looked at her body, most of the blood on her left arm had dried on her skin, making it itch like crazy, the tank top still in one piece, remaining on her body, much to her relief. Her head shot up at a loud, heavy creak from the door, but she ignored the pounding sensation in her brain to glare at the figure who slapped her. The room remained dark except for the lamp casting little light into the room, only entered on her and the figure, but a low dripping sound was going on somewhere in the quiet room. Darcy tried to shift herself into a more comfortable position in the chair, but the figure kicked the chair, startling her to force her eyes to shift to the person standing just mere inches away from her

"Good, we have your attention" the voice from her mother was ice cold and from near the door as Darcy forced her eyes away from the figure to look into her mother's eyes. The smile on her face was sharp, showing the right amount of teeth to look threatening, the bright red lip stick still coating her lips. A bright overcastting light flickered on, different from the previous time the light had turned on, and Darcy was met with a sharp, bright light in her eyes as soon as the lights flickered on, forcing her to close her eyes and let out a moan as her head throbbed more violently, but one part of her didn't want to open her eyes, not wanting to know what was in the room with her. When she finally had the courage, she opened her eyes slowly, her concentration suddenly going to the room she's trapped in. The walls were solid concrete, no sign of age in them; the chair she's strapped in is bolted to the floor to prevent it from tipping over if they decide to do something horrible to her. Medical equipment was scattered across the room, some of it used to create nightmares to the person it's used on, the razor her mother had used on her was forgotten and bloody near her feet. Fear suddenly pushed itself into her, and she knew it was her own

"The best medical equipment, that's all I use" her mother's voice echoed around the silent room, her voice powerful

"You're sick" Darcy snarled as she made eye contact with her mother, but she didn't like what she saw. Her green eyes were cold and emotionless, but looking deeper Darcy saw hate rid spark inside her eyes

"You have no idea" her mother sneered, and Darcy couldn't help but look away from her eyes to stop the tears from falling, showing her mother a weakness

"Why are you doing this?" Darcy muttered, goosebumps crawling up the skin on her arms as she dragged her eyes to look at her mothers

"You know exactly why Darcy, because you put me inside that mental asylum" her mothers lips curled up into a smile, dread spreading through Darcy's veins at the look

"And I'll say it again, you deserved it" Darcy sneered, a small, slow smile spreading from her face at how powerful her voice sounded

"Well, let's see how brave you really are" her mother spoke as she slowly walked towards the chair Darcy was tied in, leaning heavily on the back of the chair, her face dangerously close to Darcy's face. But Darcy did not back down from the words she spoke, never broke the eye contact between them

"You sound brave Darcy; braver than you've even been in your entire life" her mother snarled in her ear as Darcy shivered in fear "I want you to scream"

"Not going to happen" Darcy snarled, gritting her teeth to stop herself from saying anything else that might provoke her. But the smile that broke across her face sent fear shooting through her heart, making it skip a beat as she slowly strode across the room, nodding to a guard in the room

"The hard way it is" she spoke coldly as several large men stride into the room, pushing a massive tank full of water into the room. Darcy swallowed the large lump in her throat, but the fear makes it bigger in her throat, almost chocking her. Her mothers smile was getting bigger, sharper like knives as her green eyes watched the tank coming into the room

"Just a little bit of fun to see how much you can stand" her mother spoke in a cold, low tone as the protest is frozen inside Darcy's throat, being blocked by the massive lump in her throat as the men stalk towards her. Adrenaline courses through her veins as their hands grasp her upper arms in a deadly tight grip, stopping the blood in her arms from flowing. The pain cut through her left arm, but the adrenaline soon numbed the pain enough for her to concentrate on fighting back against the men, Darcy immediately kicking up with her legs, letting off a small whimper but not loud enough to let anyone hear in fear of her mother. Large hands pull her arms behind her back tightly, keeping a strong hold on them, and with a hard pull on her arms; they haul Darcy to her feet painfully, pulling at the skin on her arms. Darcy's legs shake from lack of use as the men slowly drag her towards the tank, her heels on her converse uselessly trying to dig into in the floor

"Let's see how long the silence you hold keeps up, Darcy" her mother snarls near her ear as she nods to an assistant. With no warning from her mother or anyone, two large hands grab the back of her neck and force her head to plunge under the water. The cold water hits her face like a slap but Darcy holds in a need to gasp from the sheer cold of the water. But no matter how much she struggled against the hands, they stayed behind her head, even grasping handfuls of her hair for more leverage against her, and hands join to hold her shoulders. Her thrashing becomes more desperate as her survival instincts come into trying to get out of the water, to breathe sweet fresh air as her lungs being to burn, screaming for oxygen. The thrashing becomes violent as she tries to break free from their grip, but the hands that are holding her under merely push her deeper into the water so that it comes past her shoulders, and the urge to gasp comes up again, but Darcy swallows it down. Her feet are not touching the floor as they begin to kick out at anyone, but soon she realises that they are standing to the sides of her, probably just incase that she tries to kick out. Black spots dance in her vision, starting from the corners to seep into the middle as she feels unconsciousness beckoning. Darcy desperately needs to breathe as her eyes squeeze shut, unconsciousness coming swiftly as her body almost gives up the fight against it, allowing her body to relax against the hands. But suddenly the hands fall away from her body, the pain from their hold flooding through her body, starting from her arm and travelling down each side. Her body succumbs to gravity as Darcy falls backwards away from the tank, colliding with the cold concrete floor. Water expelled itself from her lungs from the fall and Darcy would have been pissed, but it allowed her to take large, greedy lung full's of air, her body convulsing on the floor as harsh coughs shake her body

"That was unsuccessful" her mother whispered, but she doesn't dare look into her eyes. Darcy tries to choke something out but her throat was clogged up with water as the harsh coughs wouldn't stop. Her vision was blurring at the edges from lack of oxygen and pain, she completely missed an assistant moving

"Good night, my little girl" her mother's voice was cold, mocking as a sharp blow hit her temple from a medical tray. Her vision explodes into bursts of white, but blackness quickly swims over her vision as her body crumples to the floor at her mother's feet


Disclaimer: Whoa! Lol why am I saying that? When I know what's going to happen! But poor Darcy, why do I put her into these positions! Lol everyone knows why though! She's my character!

Hope you enjoyed this chapter! Not as many words as I could put in a chapter, but ah well!

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