Chapter 10

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TRIGGER WARNING: This chapter will contain scenes that some readers may find disturbing and/or may not be suitable for younger audiences, including graphic depictions of torture.

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I was feeling so tired... so exhausted... I could feel myself drift into unconsciousness... My body desperately needed sleep... I could feel it... But I knew better than to give in...

'I have to fight it... If not... then I'll surely come to regret it later... I know that I'll regret it...'

My wrists were chained to the ceiling, the cold hard metal cutting painfully in my skin. My legs were chained to the ground by my ankles.

Even though my feet were on the floor, I couldn't find the strength within me to stand. All my body weight, which wasn't much, was supported only by the chains around my wrists, making my wounds hurt even more.

My wrists and ankles are sore from the chains tightly wrapped around them, yet my whole body was aching, my skin covered in dry blood and dirt. My stomach grumbled in hunger.

'How long has it been since my last meal?'

The food here is terrible, but starvation made me eat everything they gave me. It was a smart, but cruel way to punish me.

I looked up when I heard a key rattle in the metal door's lock.

'It's too soon for food... I don't like this... This is bad, isn't it?'

The man who was currently in charge of "handling" me entered the windowless room with a small figure behind him. He was tall, with broad shoulders. His purple eyes shone with disgust when they landed on me.

'What does he expect? They put me in this state and then expect me to look good... or pleasant...? Idiots...'

My eyes landed on the small figure who was hiding behind him. He looked like a boy around thirteen. His whole body and face were bandaged up. All I could see of him was his white hair and blue eyes. He was looking at the floor, fiddling with a loose bandage.

'Well this is odd... Is he like me?'

I never get to see the other kids. I'm forever forced into isolation due to all the trouble I'm constantly causing them. I'm always fighting back and trying to escape. As they simply put it, I'm the "problem child".

And for every act of defiance I'm punished. The problematic part is that every time the punish gets worse and worse. I don't even know how long I've been here, but, at this point, the punishments are barely bearable. It was getting harder and harder to fight... to stay strong...

But I could feel my mind slip into insanity... I've already started talking to myself... not a good sign... I was trying to convince myself that someone will show up to save me... but I began doubting myself... I had begun having rather heated arguments with myself about the matter...

He looked a little scared, but at a closer inspection of his eyes I saw something familiar... pain and emptiness... His eyes were rather dull...

'You can relate, can't you? You know I can...'

"What have you done to him?" I questioned, forcing my voice to sound stern.

"I haven't done anything to him..."

The boy looked in my eyes, finally making eye contact with me. He looked shocked. I struggled against my restrains.

'He looks in pain... slightly terrified... Help him!'

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