The House of Madness.

Chapter One: Entering.

Chapter One:

  ☁  I wake up from my bed to the piercing shrieks of my distressed mother and my father screaming protectively "GET AWAY FROM MY WIFE!!!"

I detected the butt of a gun being loaded. I scampered out of the bed the atmosphere around me becoming distant and blurred, as tears of horror rushed from my eyes. 

"MUM DAD!?" I cried as my voice breaks.

I overheard someone pressuring the other to hurry up. Before I heard the trigger of the gun being pulled, I caught my mum and dad whisper that they loved me. 

*Bang* 

*Bang*

I heard something drop to the floor and two guys scurry away as sirens blared throughout my house. I dropped next to my now dead parents, I would never forget that noise... especially the sound of their voices. I glanced down at my mother's hand spotting a pendant, I pulled it out and pushed it into my pocket as the police barged into my house.

They glared at me accusingly and I was struck behind the head. The last time I ever saw my parents was with a bullet in their head. ☁  

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I woke up from my recurring dream, the sun was radiated onto my face with the birds singing melodies. Or at least that is what I had wished for.

I scratched my head and drew the same pendant from under my pillow from the dream that I am haunted by. Every. Single. Night. I opened it to see a picture of my Father and Mother inside enclosed by two gold love hearts holding them tightly to the pendant. 

I quickly put the pendant back as I heard 'Mad'am Chállót' drag her cane across my cell door. 

"Get up you pieces of shit!" She yelled without hesitation. 

The cell doors all opened with people clustering out of them silently and Chállót watched them all.

"507 get out of your dog house, it's time to go fetch," she said sneering at me tossing my food down the hall, leaving me with no food for the day. 

"No disrespect 666, but my name is Olive. I'd prefer you to respect that." I shot back holding my heart in false offence grinning. 

She scowled at me and slammed her cane on the wall influencing to the room which we go throughout the day (also known as the great hall). I sat there and studied the marks on my wall as I flipped her off. 

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"LET GO OF ME YOU ASSHOLE!" I tried to pull my hair from his tight grip as I hurried to try and keep up with his pace. I could gradually sense each piece of hair being torn from my scalp as I clenched my teeth in agony. He had no remorse for what he was putting me through. I looked up as we stood outside of Mad'am Chállót's office. 

This gave me time to analyse the man dragging my hair. He had a black rusted chipped mask hiding his face. He was wearing some sort of toned leather that I don't recognise. 

The door swung open and I was forced inside with the door slammed behind me. I was approached by Chállót holding a needle; which I presumed was full of Succinylcholine, in one hand and a metal ended strap covered in blood in the other. 

{Succinylcholine: Drug that makes you paralyzed for a short amount of time.}

She was grinning at me as the guy from earlier seized my shoulders as she drove the needle into my neck before I was able to defend myself.

Before I knew it I could feel nothing but pain, agony, and torture scolding my back until it was the only thing that I was able to feel throughout my body. Looking down off of the table I was laying on I was witnessing pools of my own blood being developed beneath me.

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I stirred to the feeling of thorns from the brush scraping across my back and drilling into my open wounds.  I looked down realizing that I was in a bath. Normally, this would be a good thing, but unfortunately, it's was bloody freezing as there were blocks of ice in the tub. I took a sharp breath as the nurses proceeded to 'help me', seeing my breath as I shakily exhaled. I noticed the water becoming red and heat pouring down my back - blood. 

I still couldn't stand up as I was still sedated and my legs were more than paralyzed because of the iced water. 

"Y-you're hurting me," I said through small breaths and chattering teeth. The nurses neglected my plea and continued on tearing my flesh away from my skin. From this, I passed out.