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⚠️𝕿𝖂 ⚠️

𝖇𝖑𝖔𝖔𝖉, 𝕾𝕬, 𝖐𝖎𝖉𝖓𝖆𝖕𝖕𝖎𝖓𝖌, 𝖆𝖇𝖚𝖘𝖊, 𝖙𝖔𝖗𝖙𝖚𝖗𝖊
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BLOOD. DROPLETS OF BLOOD. That was all you saw. Nothing but that. Fire spread, creating smoke, burning down the only home you ever known. Well that you lived in. Sirens echoed the area, creating a blue and red tint on some of the alleys.

You stood there, eyes glistening off of the orange flare in front of you. Fire departments and police officers surrounded your home, asking bystanders for any information that could be used. Doctors lifted your parents into the ambulance, one by one. Police officers flashed their lights around the house, alleyways, and any area that was near the incident. Dogs ran around the house, trying to find any scent that could have caused this.

You stood back up against the brick wall, covering your mouth and closing your eyes shut. Your face and clothes were covered in blood, sweat, and charcoal. The moon shone in the sky, giving the only source of light in the sky. Stars glistened, it would be a peaceful night if you didn't count the murder or as the newspaper would say, 'Hell drove little girl to cause incredible disaster.'

So, what could a little eight year old girl do? Run. That is what you did. You ran and ran and ran, until you couldn't see the blue and red lights along with the blaring sounds anymore. Of course in a moment of disaster like this, it started to rain. No. It started to thunderstorm. Even better.

Your feet came to a stop, scraping the hell out of your little dirty feet. Your feet, though injured, sprinted forward, not really having a destination. The thunder boomed, as lighting struck a building right infront of you, causing you to jump.

Your feet started again, your head up and looking around the area for shelter for at least the night. A tall figure came into your view, just a few meters away from you. Light from the cigarette came off of the tip, as the man figure threw it onto the ground, stepping on it. The shadow started to walk away, as you carelessly followed after, not having any other choice.

Yelling came from around the corner, making your already trembling body, stop. Voices of the men got louder, making your cover your tiny sensitive ears. Yelling got louder, until it suddenly stopped. Blood wiped into the floor infront of you, making the masked man come out from the corner, turning to you.

You stare at his face, a beak like mask plastered onto his mouth area, brown almost black short hair, sweeping over his face. His piercing yellow eyes narrowed at the sight of a child around a dangerous area, cleaning the blood off of his hands.

Your feet step back instinctively, terrified. He then bent down, crossing his arms over his knees in a crouching position. "What's a little girl like you doing out here at night?" He asked, his voice raspy and low. You look at him with your terrified dull eyes, not answering his question, but stepping back even further.

His eyes narrowed even more, but he reached his hand out, which was hidden from the dirty and bloody glove. "Let's get you inside somewhere safe, so that a little girl like you wouldn't get hurt." He said dangerously, his eyes boring into yours. You look back and forth between his eyes and his hand, thinking over the decision. But little you thought it was a good idea for some reason.

Your slim and scraped hand reached out for his, taking it. He grinned in an insane way under his mask, even though you could tell me was grinning or smiling due to his cheeks smushing up to his eyes. "Perfect. Let's get you a nice place to stay."

Minutes of walking. Eternities of silence. No one said a word, only him leading you to this so called place he called home. Screams came from alleyways, making you glance their direction. A woman was screaming for her life, a man ripping her clothes off her, touching her everywhere as she struggled. You look back down, closing your eyes tight, not wanting to observe the scene infront of you. His hands groped her breast, making her swat his away, only for him to threaten her with a knife to her neck.

You and the man walked about, you trying not to see your surroundings, until the man stopped. A white door opened which the paint was scrapped off it and droplets of blood stained on it. You look around, seeming to understand that you were in the back of a building. He held the door for you, gesturing you to go inside. You seemed hesitant, but had nowhere else to go.

With one foot after another, you were inside of the building. It seemed so dull, so quiet, and so creepy. Like there was no living creature there, as if nothing had existed inside. The man walked ahead of you, leading you somewhere that you had no clue of. Glancing in every direction and corner you got, observing you so called home for now.

Scientists or people who looked like scientists, walked around, holding syringes, filled with some sort of substance. Children in white medical gowns walked aside the doctors, quiet, and dull. Almost as if every one of them were incapable of human emotion. How strange.

The room you have entered was blank. White walls, white metal bed, white floor, no decor. Nothing.

It seemed almost as if you were a prisoner here, to which you were, in the man's eyes though.you walked around the room, feeling the walls, grazing your fingertips over the soft but empty bed.

He then led you out of the room, and into another empty looking room. He gestured for you to take a seat on the metal chair in the middle of the room. You did of course because of how terrified you were if you didn't. Once you sat down, the metal cuffs around your neck, wrists, and ankles, shut. You were stuck.

A doctor came into the room, while other doctors held you down roughly, trying to stop you from squirming. The doctor pulled out a syringe, injecting the clear liquid into your arm. Your vision immediately began to blur, making your eyes instinctively close. But you fought the urge to fall asleep, not knowing what they would do with your unconscious state.

More people flooded the room, with more materials, razors, syringes, liquids in cups, and bandages. Razors sliced through your skin, blood trickling down your body, covering your skin in a thin layer or blood. Pokes of the needles injecting into your skin made you scream in pain, causing more nurses to hold you down.

"Just shut this girl up" one exclaimed. A nurse with a black coat came into view, "She will be asleep in no time." They informed, walking closer and closer to you until standing infront of your frail body. Tears spilled from your eyes, as you wiggles in the chair, attempting to escape, but there was no use. The nurse brought a syringe to your neck, injecting the dark red liquid into your skin.

Screams came from your mouth, making glass shatter around, ears bleeding, body's limping. Screaming.

Your eyes shot open, breathing heavily, as tears welled up in your eyes.

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𝕳𝖊𝖑𝖑𝖔 𝖌𝖚𝖞𝖘, 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝕴 𝖍𝖔𝖕𝖊 𝖞𝖔𝖚 𝖑𝖎𝖐𝖊 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖋𝖎𝖗𝖘𝖙 𝖈𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝖘𝖔 𝖋𝖆𝖗. 𝕴𝖋 𝖆𝖓𝖞 𝖔𝖋 𝖙𝖍𝖎𝖘 𝖙𝖗𝖎𝖌𝖌𝖊𝖗𝖘 𝖞𝖔𝖚 𝕴 𝖘𝖚𝖌𝖌𝖊𝖘𝖙 𝖞𝖔𝖚 𝖑𝖊𝖆𝖛𝖊. 𝕿𝖍𝖆𝖓𝖐 𝖞𝖔𝖚 𝖘𝖔 𝖒𝖚𝖈𝖍 𝖋𝖔𝖗 𝖘𝖚𝖕𝖕𝖔𝖗𝖙𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝕴 𝖍𝖔𝖕𝖊 𝖞𝖔𝖚 𝖍𝖆𝖛𝖊 𝖆𝖓 𝖆𝖒𝖆𝖟𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖉𝖆𝖞/𝖓𝖎𝖌𝖍𝖙.
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