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The following clip is very saddening and I don't want anyone crying or feeling seriously down after reading it ;^; If you doo choose to read it, there are a few 'gory' parts (not necessarily gory, but slightly violent) read at your own risk.
**Note To MODS** If this picture contains too much gore, please tell me and I can easily remove some of the splotches. thank you <3
The following clip is very saddening and I don't want anyone crying or feeling seriously down after reading it ;^; If you doo choose to read it, there are a few 'gory' parts (not necessarily gory, but slightly violent) read at your own risk.
**Note To MODS** If this picture contains too much gore, please tell me and I can easily remove some of the splotches. thank you <3
......I stride down the short white hall, narrowing my eyes on the desk with flowers and colorful pictures pinned round it; creating bubble of brightness in this horror house. I speak softly to the woman sitting behind the desk, stating who I am and, why I am here, and showing her various paperwork that allows me to be here. she nods and clicks around on her computer, finally pulling out a card with a room number on it. she signs it- matching the many other signatures that confirm how many times I have been here.
......Taking the card with a blunt 'thank you' I turn to face a tall, worn out looking man peering down at me. he mutters something under his breath and slips back into his office. after a few moments of clanking keys, he emerges with the same green one I see every two days. I reach for it, wondering when he will allow me to escort myself to the room on my own. his hand twitches, but he reluctantly hands over the key; obviously not trying to hide the annoyance on his bristly face.
......I shoot him a sharp glare, and stalk off to find the room I came here to see- or at least the person who occupies it. I walk down the long hall, taking in all the rooms that branch off the single hall; knowing there are five more to match it. a shiver passes through me, thinking of all the people captive here without a right to leave. some I understand need to be here, but others are held here against their will.
......Room 34. Room 34 is the room I am looking for and I am nearly there. after a few moments of a nervous sprint - eager to reach the room - I finally stumble upon it. I slide the key into the hole and turn it, hearing a click. I draw open the door quickly, taking in the dark scene unfolding in front of me.
......She's been here too long; I think. I look at the walls, smudges with a dark glossy red substance - and I cant bring myself to admit what it is to myself. tally marks are scratched into the walls and the soft brown wall paper has been torn away, leaving a bleak grey wall.
......I sweep my gaze across the room, looking for the familiar smile that greets me every time I com here. Where is she, I wonder, panic pumping into my chest. then I spot a small lump upon the bed, shaking ever so slightly. I hurry over and gather her into my arms; feeling how her body fits perfectly next into mine.
......"Whats happening to me?" she asks softly, peering up at me with her bright blue eyes.
......I don't say anything in response, I just hold her tighter. but she presses on. "Aron, why am I doing this?" her voice cracks. I swallow a thick lump in my throat, still not able to bring the misery in me to comforting words. I hold her closer.
......"Aron!" she screeches, and I stroke her hair, urging her to not scream. she whimpers, and I feel her draw in and let out ragged breaths.
......"Its going to be okay; I will fix everything. I wont loose you Kisa. I would never let anything bad happen to you." I pull her away from my chest for a moment, cradling her fragile face in the cups of my hands. I lean in and brush my lips against her dry ones, whispering "it will be okay."
......Her whole body shakes and she draws away from me, "Look." she gestures at the wall, where my name is scratched onto it. "You weren't here yesterday." she adds dreamily.
......"I don't come everyday." I say, hoping not to upset her.
......"Why not?" she is beginning to look more pale than she already was.
......"Because I am busy with work." I say, even though I am only 18 and do not have a professional job, but I have to pay the bills to keep Kisa safe.
......"Its lonely here Aron. no one cares about you. they smile and say they can help, but their lying. Why do they lie Aron?" her voice is starting to raise.
......I drape my arm over her shoulder. "I don't think they mean to lie, they do want to help."
......""Are you lying to me?" she wiggles free from my arms, moving to the wall on the opposite side of the room. I stand to follow her, but her cold voice cuts through me like a whip, "don't come any closer. your a liar. you here to hurt me aren't you?" she presses herself against the wall.
......I blink, "What, no, I would never..." I go to step closer. her shrill scream fills my ears and a light flashes above the door, taking note of Kisa's tone. someone will be here soon. Kisa must have seen the light before and knows what is going to happen; because her face drains even more than I though possible and her eyes widen with a glassy look to them. she lunges herself into m arms, and I wrap them around her tight. my own tears burning in my eyes.
......"Don't let them take me Aron. what have I become? Don't let them take me!" she cries into my shirt. its then I notice the scars that spiral her face; not many- but there shouldn't be any at all. the advisors would never do this to her, she must have done it herself.
......"I wont, I will never let them hurt you." I choke out in a raspy voice; hoping I can keep my promise.
......And right then, a man and a women enter the room. Kisa goes hysterical chanting prayers and pleading me not to go and protect her from the people. but the man is already prying us apart, and the woman is drawing a syringe from her coat pocket. when Kisa spots the syringe, she kicks the man between the legs and clings to me, pressing her lips hard against mine. then she whispers, "Don't forget me. please come back. Aron I-" and then she stops, because the woman had poked her with the syringe, emptying its content into my angel. she goes limp on my arms and I have to rest her on the bed before I join her in unconsciousness.
......I am escorted from the room, tears burning in my eyes, daring to fall and drown me where I stand. My angel has been broken; I think, falling to my knees just outside her door; heaving heavy sobs- unable to control the pain.
(woops, that was a little long! ^^)
