The Origins of The Afton Family

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         I̸t̷'̸s̶ ̸s̵o̵ ̶c̷o̴l̸d̶.̴.̶.̴a̶n̶d̴ ̴d̶a̷r̶k̷.̵.̶.̴.̷I̵ ̴t̸r̶i̴e̴d̶ ̸t̷o̷ ̶s̶c̷r̵e̷a̷m̸.̶.̸.̵m̶y̵ ̷m̴o̴u̵t̴h̵ ̷f̵e̷e̴l̶s̴ ̸w̵a̴r̸m̵.̶.̵.̵.̶i̸t̶'̷s̷ ̴s̷t̵a̸i̷n̷i̶n̸g̶ ̴m̷y̷ ̸d̸r̶e̷s̵s̷.̶.̸.̵I̸ ̶t̸h̶i̵n̶k̴.̷.̸.̷w̷h̸a̶t̶ ̵t̸i̵m̵e̶ ̷i̸s̴ ̵i̷t̵.̷.̷.̴i̵t̵s̵ ̷b̴e̴e̵n̴ ̷s̸o̷ ̵l̵o̴n̵g̸.̸.̷.̵.̴w̵i̶l̵l̵ ̷d̴a̷d̷d̶y̴ ̴f̷i̴n̵d̵ ̵m̴e̴.̵.̸.̶i̵f̵ ̵h̷e̴ ̶h̵a̷s̶n̴'̶t̶ ̶b̴y̵ ̵n̶o̴w̶.̵.̷.̷.̵w̵h̶y̸ ̴e̶v̸e̵n̵ ̷h̸o̵p̷e̶.̴.̵.̷

     The small girl tried to claw her way out, chipping her baby pink nails, her ginger curls matted, being soaked with her own blood. The wounds on her neck oozing with the crimson substance. She tried screaming for help again but to no avail, soon growing weak from the constant banging on the cold metal, her vision growing hazy and dark as she choked, blood filling up her throat and lungs, the irony taste in her mouth. The frantic movements soon tired her out, causing her need for air to grow before she fell silent, blood leaking from her lips as her body went limp, the loss of oxygen killing the youngest Afton much before the blood loss even could. 

       Her body never left that storage tank...the body they found wasn't her....green eyes shined in the darkness of the underground facility. But they weren't her green eyes...no...she was still trapped...