QWERTY
WARNING: this chapter gets real creepy I'm not gunna say what it is but prepare yourself.
"I'm ready." I stated immediately after walking into the room Dr. Peacock sat in.
I was thinking. (I do have a lot of time for that). A lot. I want to know what happened to me. I'll just have to deal with whatever it is.
"Are you su-" "Yes. I am." I interrupted.
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Flashback
I sunk down the dark alley. I could smell the garbage already.
I felt a gag come on but I swallowed and ignored the queasy feeling in my stomach (the nagging feeling of hunger was worse).
I'm gunna eat fucking garbage. I thought I wouldn't have to go this low...
Disappointment joined all my other feelings. I was supposed to be good at this, prove that I can take care of myself.
Fuck.
My footsteps echoed down the narrow space and I could see the rusty dumpsters at the end.
I reluctantly walked up to them sighing in defeat. Gross food is better than no food.
Suddenly a huge hand grabbed my shoulder.
I spin around quickly, eyes wide.
Two grimy guys stood behind me, smiling.
I glared at them but backed away.
"Well well Fred, look what we have here!"
"Are you lost little boy? Did daddy lose you?" Fred grinned.
"My dad's a shit head." I said trying to walk away.
"Hear that Jude. His dad's a shit head."
'Jude' raised an eyebrow (still smiling) and leaned down so his mouth was beside my ear.
"I'll be your daddy." He whispered.
I shivered from fright.
Fred leaned down to and nibbled on my ear.
I screamed on the top of my lungs.
"What the fuck!"
The two of them cornered me against the wall.
I screeched and wailed trying to get away from them but the two of them were two big and strong for me to get through.
"Am I your daddy now?"
It was the worst experience of my life. With every touch I felt my skin try to crawl away from their dirty fingers.
With every sound they made I wanted to rip my ears out.
I crawled at the ground trying to get away.
I just wanted to die.
End of flashback
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I screamed at the top of my lungs curling up in a ball.
I suddenly jerked to reality.
I was on the floor of the therapy room (apparently crying my eyes out).
I never knew what the saying 'ignorance is bliss' really meant till now.
I could still feel them on me.
"Jason?" I flinched at my name. Dr. Peacock stared at me. "I understand you might want a little bit of time to process what memory you've recovered before we talk about it."
I nodded avoiding his wary gaze.
My breathing was heavy.
God help me.
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The nightmares came immediately.
The first time I woke up screaming the guards rushed in. (They probably thought I was getting murdered or something. Kinda wish it was only that.)
The other times they just ignored it.
I had to re-live that memory over and over. Easy to say its one of the worst days of my life.
Wait. I didn't even find out what happened the night I went crazy.
Fuck.
I don't know if I can do this anymore.
End of Chapter 8
AN: I did this for a reason not just cause I wanted to torture poor Jason :(
Please review! (Hope I didn't scare you off...)