Her Heart is dead.
Her soul is broken.
Her eyes are lifeless.
Her dead heart turns her pain into anger. Her broken soul turns into cruelness, causing her negative thoughts to haunt her. Her eyes are still lifeless but you can see the madness in the...
For the past years we've been following the same routine.
As time passed over the years, I started to feel numb to the pain they inflicted, becoming a prisoner in my overwhelmed mind, where nightmares haunt me daily, showing the madness in my eyes.
How long have I been here, it feels like I've been trapped in this smelly cramped cell for years?
"How long do you think we've been here for?" I whispered to 331.
Hearing my small weak voice 331 snaps his eyes to meet mine.
"To be fair I have no Idea how long we've been here for, but it feels like a very long time" he says looking sadly at me.
"I miss being out in the sun running around while my mother chased me. Those were good days which are sadly never going to happen again" he went on, with tears in his eyes.
"At least you have memories of your family. I have none," I said looking down.
331 looked down then back up to me "why's that?" he whispered.
I looked back at him again, "because my parents were never home and I don't even think they were my biological parents, we don't look alike at all." I stuttered, as my body trembled with sadness.
331 gave a sad smile. He was about to reply but all sudden we heard the steel doors opening.
The other kids, 311 and I went back to the dark corners of our cell to hide.
Walking in was the headmaster with a random tall guy.
Who is this guy? He's wearing an expensive black suit, he has this gold watch on his hand. This guy seems rich.
The headmaster stopped outside of my cell.
"Here she is Max, the one you asked to see" the Headmaster pointed at.
Looking through the cell, Max stared straight at me with a smirk placed on his ugly face.
"I'll have to admit, she has the looks" Max replied, still smirking at me.
Eww! Who says that? What a creep. I thought as I shivered with disgust.
"Yes she is pretty, but she's not for sale.'' The headmaster said walking along to the next cell.
"And why not, may I ask." Max argued.
The Headmaster glared at him and he didn't speak a word after that.
About to walk away, Max smiled at me.
What is with this guy?
After they left, I slowly started drifting off to sleep but not before I heard the Headmaster speak outside of the metal doors.
"Max she's going to be on sale soon".
Oh my gosh, I'm getting sold tomorrow, to this moron, or to some other pedophile. Why is this my life?
So many thoughts ran through my mind, as I fell asleep scared about tomorrow.
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I woke up to the sound of someone banging on my cell door yelling for me to get up. I quickly jump to my feet, putting on my black cloak on and walking out.
Today is the day every child has been dreading 'The Abduction'.
Well that's what we called it, but it was an auction.
Walking out of my cell, sorry meant, being dragged out of my cell from my handcuffs. We made our way through dark hallways, and out of the Asylum.
We made our way to a van, no it was too small to be a van. It's in between a van and bus.
The guard threw me into the bus thingy, landing on the floor with a loud grunt.
Was that necessary?
Getting up from the floor, wiping my hands on my cloak.
I stood there looking around the vehicle, there were like 12 girls and like 6 boys. After standing like an idiot, I walked to the back seats, and sat by a window.
The light. Oh how I missed the light from the outside. It's been too long.
Leaning my head against the window. I see children outside with their parents, laughing, looking ....... happy.
Tears slowly dripped down my face.
Being happy, I didn't know what the feeling of being happy was.
I knew why my biologically and adoptive parents didn't want me. Just look at me. The time spent with my adoptive parents, I've been trying to please, and make them happy and all they did was leave me to rot in this hell hold.
I'm just not good enough. I'm pathetic and useless. Who would even want me.
The driver stepped on the brakes hard, nearly making me hit my head on the seat in front, bringing me out of my thoughts.
We have arrived! Fuck.
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