Ray is rushed away from me, i try to strain words from me, "Eh- RAY" Rays crying, maybe this means i've lost hope. I struggle to get up, "urgh- r ray" I crawl to the room with the nurses huddled. I see one nurse with a tattoo pen, the other with a glowing blue ball? What is this?
Both nurses walk out. I struggle to reach to the table. I grab my baby, my little green eyed baby. I know what i have to do, i search his body with the orb they inserted into him, right! the tracking device. I check his ear and there it is, i get a knife and i cut it out. I will not let my child be controlled. I see the number on his neck, 81194. As i look at his neck i put a hand to mine. Remembering the time i got mine, the pain was unbearable as a child, but as an adult, its the least painful thing i've ever felt. I hear the nurses come back, i put ray back on the table and they rush to put me back on the hospital bed. I'm crying. Streaming down my face, "Please...
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Isabella
Fanfictiona promised netherlands story about the mom of the house. But the original.