Those Ocean Eyes and That Charming Smile

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When I hesitantly open my eyes, I see what I absolutely dread the most in life that isn't dropping my ice cream I just got or getting my new white shirt messy from accidentally spilling wine on it, no. I open my eyes to see the blood crusted walls that give a little color to the broken pieces of molded concrete that fell off from my head being smashed into the stained, bleach smelling rock after I tried and attempted to clean the evidence of abuse that has me acting like I'm scrubbing the memories from my brain so I don't have to see them but, it never works. It has never and will never work as they keep coming back like when my door is suddenly kicked open with a team of agents it looks like through my blurry vision where they stick to their routine every morning or night or day.

I don't know anymore.

I scream, kick, cry, and fight as hard as my weakened body will let me before I am ripped up from my small wire bed lined with a sheet and a piece of thin, crumpled paper serving as my pillow but it doesn't matter when it's all soaked in dried blood. My fingers break easily from the railings as rough, unforgiving hands press into my arms and grip the skin and bone of my body with a strength that makes me cry out loudly in pleas and begs.

I am ignored as they tug me from the loose safety of my room that was promised with protection and throw me in the hallway where my head bashes into the clean wall and bounces off after losing my balance and hope. It stops my cries in an instant when my skull bounces off of the clean, polished walls that are only taken care of to impress the higher ups when they come in and take a tour of the clean place and walk across the polished floors I drop to limply.

"Boss isn't gonna be too happy when he sees that his little weapon made a mess." One of the HYDRA agents snickers while motioning to wall that has a blood smeared head print above me

"She will clean it up later." Another agent dismisses and looks down at me trying to stand up on my weak, thin legs that wobble at my attempts. "Get up, Blue." He demands in a harsh voice and lifts his foot to slam his boot into my back

"Ugh!" I gasp as my arms flail and slap the polished tile of the floor where my frail fingers save my head from swelling at the possible blow of my head smacking into the floor again

I grunt when the rest of my body doesn't stop and bumps the hard floor that sends most of that sharp pain to my hip bones that stick out the most when my dirt stuffed nails curl up into my palm and I push my fists into the ground to get my legs working the best they will allow me as I try to shut my mind off but today, it's not working and that happens when you've already been punished twice this morning. Once for bumping into an agent on accident when he did it on purpose and twice for not getting said agent down on the training mats quick enough.

"She's not going fast enough." The first brunette agent grumbles

"She's doing her best." A new agent defends me

He's tall and scrawny, has dirty blond hair that flows to his jawline in layers that frame his shaven and soft featured face and may look kind but, looks are always deceiving in this place when you receive torture multiple times a day from the same smile that waved 'good morning' to you. His brown eyes flicker concerningly between me and the buffer agent who is donned with dark brown hair and raging black eyes that roll above his disgusted curled lip to show the gold capped tooth he has which puts other agents in their place aside from his strong build when he has a heavier wallet and everyone knows it.

He never pays attention to the shyer looking agent and continues to nudge me with the thick steel toe of his black boot that smudges the dirt from outside on the thin hospital gown I got yesterday and it's already ripped and stained with blood, tears, dirt, and saliva from when they would spit on me for not blinking the way they wanted me to. I eventually do clumsily make it to my feet thanks to the wall and no one else since it feels like God stood me up multiple time over. It sounds stupid now but when you're stumbling through the halls of HYDRA, barely alive and can hardly breathe due to the swelling on your side, you revert back to your oh so very religious parents' ways and get down on your knees to cry out your prayers for something to end.