Can't Take It Back

Chapter One Part One

It wasn't long before I knew what he was doing to me. When I was in that unfamiliar room he took the last thing that would have made me innocent. He would also use us for experiments and make us into his monsters that he would control. I remember one experiment just because of the fact that the pain was so instance. He wanted to make me fly but he had no way of doing it without cutting into my skin. In the end, he made me look like a freak with huge broken wings. Hansel, Aiden and I had made many plans to escape this place but HE would always know and would split us up to prevent us from escaping. There was a handful of time where he didn't know and we did escape. Our little victory never lasted long because he would always find us before we even found a house or someone to help us. No matter what he would find us even when we tried being sneaky about it.

The experiment didn't hurt as bad as the years after I was put in that box with my now brothers. But I knew if I didn't act like it hurt he would do whatever he wanted to make it hurt like hell or worse. From what Hansel said it's not pretty at all. I was just counting the days until I felt completely numb so I wouldn't have to deal with any of this. Or that's what I have thought.

Turns out that wasn't the end, in fact, it was only the beginning. He was just waiting to deliver that last blow. That last blow that will render me helpless and empty. Little did I know that the final blow to my sanity was the two people I have grown attached to, Hansel and Aiden were gonna be taken away from me in no time. He came into the room while we were sleeping and took them out or the room. But before they could take them again Hansel and Aiden bit them and ran over to me and placed something in my hands. They were then forcefully thrown out of the room. That was the last time I ever saw them. I didn't even see them when they took me out of the room. Or I did and I was drugged up and did notice.

After they knew completely that I was at my lowest, they would bring me to a room where people could teach me things they thought I should know. They at first thought me to read, write and do math problems which grow into writing whole length essays, reading a bigger book then I was and doing college math problems. If I didn't do it or didn't do it right they would hit me on my hand with a hard object like a ruler. Once they realized that the once small slaps on the hand didn't hurt they turned to slapping me in the face or punching me. The hits became harder and harder to the point where it felt like bricks smacking me across the face and falling from the high building to hitting the floor like I did. The beating becomes longer to the point where they could almost kill me and they would leave me there like they didn't care too much for me.