"Once upon a time, I was just your average girl in beacon hills. But now, I'm nothing more than a monster"
"Jackson's a joke compared to me"
𝗘𝗿𝗿𝗼𝗿: 𝗔 𝗺𝗶𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗸𝗲
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A horrifically painful scream left my lips as the sharp wooden stake was stabbed into my chest.
"Oh shut up won't you" The woman commented.
"GET THE HELL AWAY FROM ME!" I yelled at the top of my lungs.
A couple days had passed of me being stuck within the thick, dull walls of Eichen house. Torture. Pain. Tears. That was all I'd been familiar with over the past days. Plus, a lot of vervain and wooden bullets. Scott and Stiles hadn't called, it was just me against the house of insanity. So much for them saving me. My body was incapable of fighting back or even defending myself from the workers. I was too weak, vervain was running through my body and had been ever since I had arrived. And ever since my arrival, the workers had been drinking vervain to prevent me from compelling them, along with feeding on them.
The anger building up inside of me only got worse as the time went on. Every bullet being fired symbolising the pain I had inflicted upon others. It was as though I was apart of the Harry Houdini act, like I was handcuffed to Eichen house. Except I felt as though I would never be able to free myself. Something else I had noticed was the walls around me, actually the walls around the entire institution. There was something in those walls that felt as though I was weakened even more. I was now being dragged up the stairs from the basement, towards my room as the hot tears still stung in my red eyes.
Last night I had noticed something particularly strange, when au has gotten to my room, the man had kicked past something on the floor, a black dust, and then had placed it back in a straight line underneath the glass-windowed door, it just have been placed recently. If not I surely would have noticed. I had been moved room two nights ago, to one of the glass enclosures. The only place where oxygen could enter was the few circular openings along the front. I looked beside me to see the young girl from a couple days ago. She looked weak too. As though she was in pain. I had caught a small glimpse of her clipboard on my way upstairs, her name was Ashlyn and she was in fact, 14. Something about her seemed familiar but I couldn't understand what. I sighed as I lay on the floor with my back resting against the one concrete wall behind me.
Minutes turned to hours as I sat, staring through the glass window to the empty hallway. A hoarse voice then sounded as my neck snapped in the direction it came from.
"Why're you here?"
It was Ashlyn, she had a raised eyebrow, her reddish-brown hair was as tugged my and messy as though she had been dragged through a bush. But could I blame her? Mine probably looked the same.
"My parents think I've gone mad" I told her as I propped myself up a bit more.
"Are they right?" She questioned further.
"I don't even know myself at this point" I replied.
"What's your story?" She asked.
I waited a small second before answering her. "Well, I was killed by an animal attack at the schoo, my body was strung up and then I came back to life a couple days after-"
