Ever felt like you were on drugs? Probably not, doesn't happen to everyone after all... When I was first brought to the camp with my pajamas sickly sticking to my skin, they made us all take a pill. A small, grey pill that we all believed at the time would rid the symptoms, Yea they don't do shit except cause pain. If anyone did anything wrong we were all fucked, I don't know how it works but it hurts like hell... some got immune some didn't, you know with adaptation and all that stuff.
Just explaining it hurts me but this pill travels through the body to the brain which all pills send minor shocks every hour. But the shock grows with every mistake, that's all I know about it..well it probably came from hell too but religion is not allowed in the camps. Then again you don't usually ask someone, 'hey what religion you in?' So no one minded expect the extremists like Mindy. Mindy's a bitch and no one likes her but forget her for now, "UH MIA?! Do u want to cause another surge, hurry up!" Never mind, the devil has spoken well shouted into my DAMN ears. Clicking my tongue I started to work on the dirty tiled floors though they never will be cleaned with this dirty ass cloth!
"Are you disabled or some shit? tæve.." The warm, disgusting smell of heavy cologne reaching my nose, already feeling my stomach turn as my food crawled up to my throat. "Sorry...can you correct me?" I could feel my whole body tremble as he leaned in and hit my nape with the back of his gun. A bolt-action rifle that he could shoot at me anytime he wants..my voice remained mute, the whole room was quiet besides his rugged breathing. "You. Want me. To correct u? nutteloos zeros!" His voice boomed and echoing across the room, everyone continued polishing the floor as I lay helpless.
There was no talking back, no touching, no speaking without permission, I couldn't defend myself. We could only care about ourselves, no team is present even if we've been trapped in a small building. "GET UP AND DO IT RIGHT!" Scurrying for my cloth and feeling my eyes water, wiping the blurriness away and rubbing the cloth roughly against the tiled floor. Before he left, his combat boots dug into my side with no mercy as I wheezed to stay still. Just as the CP went back to his port I fell onto my side and curled up, biting my inner lip to prevent from crying as the surge kicked in. My ears throbbed as my body shook violently, the pain unexplainable and hearing the thuds of others falling on their knees. I could hear the muffled screams and blames and hate towards me but it didn't matter, it didn't. I wanted to scream but I couldn't for some reason though my ears were bleeding.
Only growing stronger till I couldn't feel it anymore, my mind blank, blacking out and staying for who knows how long.
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k I did it, I got chap 2 done...just 2 holy fucking shit, it was so hard trying to portray the feelings cuz u can't really explain ur brain being shook..oof
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