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**READERS POV**
Warning: Assault, mentions of self harm
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"Good afternoon, 005." Papa entered the infirmary room. Greeting me with a large smile that looked as creepy as ever. He closes the door behind him and came to take a seat by the chair that stood next to my bed.
"Good afternoon." I greeted him back, sitting up slowly. My eyes still felt heavy but not as heavy as before. I've been sleeping almost all day and now my time schedule was messed up since i woke up in the afternoon.
Papa's eyes locked into mine, he looked like he wanted to say something so i keep the conversation going. I've always been bad at holding a conversation with anyone. I really wish i wasn't like that.
"What do you need?" I ask with my tired voice. I had the strong urge to say 'what do you want?' but that'd probably sound disrespectful. So i had to be as polite as i could despite my anger. He stayed silent again until i cocked my head to the side in wonder.
"Your time in the infirmary room has come to it's end. It's time to leave and then you can return back to your normal routine." He confirmed with another light smile. Papa thought if he smiled at me that it would somehow cool down my nerves but it only made it worst if i'm being honest.
"If you say so." I reply with no emotion. I fucking hate training and i was in no mood to return back to it. What do i have to go back to? There's nothing great about it. The torture will only continue.
My mouth lets out a long sigh that shuddered before i pulled the covers off me and hopped down onto the ground. When my bare feet touched the tiled floor it sent a shiver down my body since it was always so damn cold in this hellhole. My eyes dart around the room as i tried to look for my slippers. Fuck, i hate when i lose things!
I began to get frustrated when i couldn't find them and Papa noticed my irritation since i kept sighing in a annoyed manner.
"Are you looking for slippers?" He inquired with a chuckle escaping the back of his throat.
What does it look like dumbass?
"Yes." I respond simply, biting my lip in frustration. Jesus christ, what does he think? What else would i be looking for? My irritation grew and grew when i couldn't find them.
"Don't worry they'll be in your new room." He informed while placing his larger hand on my shoulder.
What? My new room? I had so many questions.
Papa kept his hand remained on my shoulder, gently caressing it and i tried to hold myself back from swatting his hand away. But i did have a couple questions about this so-called 'New room'
"New room?" I repeated his question in confusion. Suddenly, i turn around to face his front which caused his hand to fall from my shoulder. My confused gaze looked into his blue ones. I wanted answers.
"Yes, you've been moved to a new room that's isolated from all your siblings and the orderlies. Because you've shown me you cannot be trusted with them. Also you have to be in a room where you cannot hurt yourself." Papa told me with his tone growing more stern as the seconds passed.
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𝙄𝙏'𝙎 𝙊𝘽𝙎𝙀𝙎𝙎𝙄𝙊𝙉 // Peter Ballard
Fanfiction[Y/n], better known as 005 who was born with her abilities has been trapped and tortured in Hawkins lab for years now. One of her greatest desires is to escape. But one day that all changes after she ends up becoming obsessed with one certain orderl...
