Post by Jaystorm too lazy to login on May 30, 2009 20:50:56 GMT -7
All that could be heard was the pounding of the rain. Her feet were quick and absolutely silent on the slick dead leaves of autumn. It was dark, but she knew exactly where she was going. She could see her goal not too far away - but she was hopeless to reach it.
Trees whisked by her at a quick rate. Closer and closer she came, but her mind kept saying she'd never reach it. She couldn't, it wasn't possible.
She began to pant. The air was cold, sucking every last atom of air from her tired lungs. She couldn't say how long she'd been running, except that she'd been running a long time. From him. If he caught her, it'd be all over soon enough. She couldn't let that happen. She wouldn't. But, again, her mind whispered she'd never reach it. She'd be pulled back down, into the horrible blur of torture from the prison cell -
She pushed the thought as hard as she could from her mind. Just keep running, she told herself, and I'll reach safety soon. Her mind whispered so quiet in her heart, Your dreams are too big.
Then, it was upon her. The wind picked up in a rush, sickening her, and leaving her completely breathless. She would've thrown up, had she had any breath to help her convulse. She gasped, falling to her knees, grabbing the air and twisting onto the ground in a violent shiver, but no air came to her lungs.
The clear spots in her vision blurred, and her vision became nothing but a black blur. She squirmed and cried silently in her head, for her throat would not work, but she knew well enough no one would ever hear her.
I told you so, her mind echoed softly, hinting regret, I told you so.
But she hadn't listened.
***
When she finally opened her eyes again, she stared at a dark stone wall. She had been so close... And she had failed.
She didn't need to look around to see what was around her. She knew it all so well. For years she had lived in this grimy, dark cell of hatred and dispair. It was a bare cell with nothing but chains tying her to the corners of the cell. It had no window, and the door was a thick metal door with no gaps between the walls and floors. It was small and tight, and the air was thick inside. She could feel it pressing hard against her bare skin.
She heaved herself to a sitting position, and the chains attached to her wrists and ankles rattled noisily in the still silence. She sat that way for a moment, before hugging her knees to her chest, and weeping.
She cried and cried. It wasn't fair anymore, it was horrible... She had tried to escape the world she had been imprisioned in, but they wouldn't let her go. They let everyone else go, so why not her? Why not her? Why? WHY?
The thick metal door opened, casting a bright, unnatural white light into the dark room. A man with short, cropped hair and a white lab coat entered the room, and, seeing her crying, roughly yanked her to her feet while she wept into her hands, attached a firm chain to her waist, unlocked the other chains, and dragged her out of the room.
It had begun again. She soon silenced her tears. If she cried any more, it would be worse for her in the long run. She knew the course of her life... They'd do tests, lots of tests... They'd hurt her mercilessly in these tests... She had scars all over her body from them... Sometimes they got infected.
Whend she was especially bad, they'd break her arm, or her leg, and not give her any treatment. But, as she noticed before, she was naked - unlike how she had tried to escape during the storm - so she knew, like four years ago when she had tried to kill the man who was currently leading her to the testing lab, she would be raped, and they wouldn't care if they got her pregnant. They'd just let her suffer in the cell with the child, and kill it when it was born, like the last time. She had been only thirteen then. It was no different now.
***
The man who led her to the room threw her back into the cell, not bothering to lock her up now. He'd have the door laser-locked, like last time. The storm had shut their power down, so she had time then. But now, they were prepared.
She quivered against the cold, uncaring stone, still bare naked, and put her face in her arms, curled into the corner defensively, and cried as hard as she could. They had promised to rape her specifically until she had this child. Only, this time, they had it planned out - she'd birth it, without medication, and by herself in the cell, then she'd be forced to care for it. They already malnourished her, so she knew they were only going to kill the baby in her arms, through her.
She wouldn't let that happen, she decided firmly, wiping her tears on her arms. She just couldn't! She'd escape before then, she decided, and, for once in her life, the voice in the back of her head said, Do it, do it, do it...
Trees whisked by her at a quick rate. Closer and closer she came, but her mind kept saying she'd never reach it. She couldn't, it wasn't possible.
She began to pant. The air was cold, sucking every last atom of air from her tired lungs. She couldn't say how long she'd been running, except that she'd been running a long time. From him. If he caught her, it'd be all over soon enough. She couldn't let that happen. She wouldn't. But, again, her mind whispered she'd never reach it. She'd be pulled back down, into the horrible blur of torture from the prison cell -
She pushed the thought as hard as she could from her mind. Just keep running, she told herself, and I'll reach safety soon. Her mind whispered so quiet in her heart, Your dreams are too big.
Then, it was upon her. The wind picked up in a rush, sickening her, and leaving her completely breathless. She would've thrown up, had she had any breath to help her convulse. She gasped, falling to her knees, grabbing the air and twisting onto the ground in a violent shiver, but no air came to her lungs.
The clear spots in her vision blurred, and her vision became nothing but a black blur. She squirmed and cried silently in her head, for her throat would not work, but she knew well enough no one would ever hear her.
I told you so, her mind echoed softly, hinting regret, I told you so.
But she hadn't listened.
***
When she finally opened her eyes again, she stared at a dark stone wall. She had been so close... And she had failed.
She didn't need to look around to see what was around her. She knew it all so well. For years she had lived in this grimy, dark cell of hatred and dispair. It was a bare cell with nothing but chains tying her to the corners of the cell. It had no window, and the door was a thick metal door with no gaps between the walls and floors. It was small and tight, and the air was thick inside. She could feel it pressing hard against her bare skin.
She heaved herself to a sitting position, and the chains attached to her wrists and ankles rattled noisily in the still silence. She sat that way for a moment, before hugging her knees to her chest, and weeping.
She cried and cried. It wasn't fair anymore, it was horrible... She had tried to escape the world she had been imprisioned in, but they wouldn't let her go. They let everyone else go, so why not her? Why not her? Why? WHY?
The thick metal door opened, casting a bright, unnatural white light into the dark room. A man with short, cropped hair and a white lab coat entered the room, and, seeing her crying, roughly yanked her to her feet while she wept into her hands, attached a firm chain to her waist, unlocked the other chains, and dragged her out of the room.
It had begun again. She soon silenced her tears. If she cried any more, it would be worse for her in the long run. She knew the course of her life... They'd do tests, lots of tests... They'd hurt her mercilessly in these tests... She had scars all over her body from them... Sometimes they got infected.
Whend she was especially bad, they'd break her arm, or her leg, and not give her any treatment. But, as she noticed before, she was naked - unlike how she had tried to escape during the storm - so she knew, like four years ago when she had tried to kill the man who was currently leading her to the testing lab, she would be raped, and they wouldn't care if they got her pregnant. They'd just let her suffer in the cell with the child, and kill it when it was born, like the last time. She had been only thirteen then. It was no different now.
***
The man who led her to the room threw her back into the cell, not bothering to lock her up now. He'd have the door laser-locked, like last time. The storm had shut their power down, so she had time then. But now, they were prepared.
She quivered against the cold, uncaring stone, still bare naked, and put her face in her arms, curled into the corner defensively, and cried as hard as she could. They had promised to rape her specifically until she had this child. Only, this time, they had it planned out - she'd birth it, without medication, and by herself in the cell, then she'd be forced to care for it. They already malnourished her, so she knew they were only going to kill the baby in her arms, through her.
She wouldn't let that happen, she decided firmly, wiping her tears on her arms. She just couldn't! She'd escape before then, she decided, and, for once in her life, the voice in the back of her head said, Do it, do it, do it...