Chapter Song: Numb Linkin Park
I woke up in a small cramped space that was really cold. I got up and felt the walls. There were bars... "Mum?" I asked. I heard something from beside me.
"Mum?" I asked hopefully. My eyes adjusted and I saw a small boy about my age,, cradling his knees to his chest and panting. "Hey. What's wrong?" I asked,
prodding him through the cage bars. He looked up at me, his cheeks wet. "Hi, my names Harry." I said. "Niall..." The boy whimpered. "What's wrong?" "I-I
dont l-l-like small sp-sp-spaces..." He muttered. "Oh.... Where are we?" I asked curiously. "I don't know!" Niall started crying. Suddenly a door opened and
someone came in. "Shut the fuck up!" Niall whimpered. "Where are we?" I asked the man. "That's none of your fucking business." He said. I tensed at the
bad word. "Don't say bad words." I told him. Maybe his mum didn't tell him that. "You're not the fucking boss of me." He sneered. I winced again then leaned
back against the metal bars. "Who first?" He asked. "What for?" "Stuff. How about you, nosey." He said then pulled me out of my cage. He dragged me into
a white room with a bunch of shots and medical stuff. He picked me up then set me on a cold table. Some more people came in wearing lab coats matching
the walls. "How old is he?" They looked at me. "Six." I said. "I don't think he's old enough." One of them whispered. "Nonsense. Besides, he doesn't mean
anything to us. If he lives, he lives and it's a success. If he dies, we fail." Another said. "Yes, but what about the other?" "We'll test him afterwards." The first
one said. "Alright. Lay down." They said. I just sat there. "Fine then. Be that type of person." They shoved me down then flipped me over so my face was
pressed onto the metal tray. They tore my shirt off then started grabbing stuff. They put some wierd smelling surf onto my shoulder blades and the skin
around them. They drew dotted lines across them then. I could see everything because of the reflection from the metal. They then took a knife and put it
on the beginning of the line. They stuck the blade onto my skin and I screeched as they drug it across. They hand my hands and legs pinned down so I
couldn't move. They did the other shoulder and I screamed as I felt it scrape across the bone. The blood started pouring down into the floor and my vision
started getting black dots in it. They kept doing stuff, making my sight black out faster. I passed out with them still doing stuff.
[A/N]
It's pretty crappy writing and the words are small. I'm trying to make it like that because it's Harry's P.O.V and he is only six.
