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I walked into the lab with a look of joy on my face, saving people's lives by taking their daughters, it's a fantastic job. As I walked I heard the screams of agony from girls of all ages, it's a job not intended for the faint of heart, but an outstanding job for me. I never liked little girls, I pay my tributes to the first-ever girl who was in this lab and continued to my office, on my way to do paperwork. As I walked I saw someone running towards me, 'Must be another five or six-year-old getting their injection,' I thought as I held out my arms knowing she would try and go towards me. She practically jumped into my arms as she cried. "D-Dr. Stockhill, they were trying to i-inject me with this weird green liquid and not my usual o-orange one, I-I'm scared," she stated. I recognized her as Emily, the girl who could never die.
I mentally screamed, I never liked her. I not only hate her but despise her, she's our 'pet guinea pig' so to speak. Her parents loved her very much but they were in deep poverty so they gave her to us and we helped them get a better life with riches beyond anyone's imagination. London isn't the friendliest place to be when you are dirt poor, everyone just overlooks you or stares at you with hatred. It's a cruel world, nobody is prepared for it, well at least most of this disgusting population. I then snapped back to reality by Emily sobbing into my shoulder due to the guards rushing towards us. I waved them off and then lifted the girl, she was practically shaking in my arms. I pulled her back so she could look at me while I had my 'compassionate' smile on my face. "It's okay little one, it's just a new medicine that we are giving you to help you get better and see your family again," I started with a fake glee, I'm the only one who shows them kindness so they never know what's real and unreal.
I place her back on the floor and we walk towards her room holding hands in peaceful silence, her sniffles being the only thing that can be heard. "Dr. Stockhill..." I hear from the girl beside me, I look down at her and give her a look of 'go ahead'. "Why don't I see some of my patient friends after they enter the yellow room?" she asks meekly, with curiosity lacing her voice. My eyes widened a tad at the question but then returned to their normal position, I thought of how to answer this question as we halted to a stop. I then said "Well, their parents are waiting for them there since their daughter is all better," her eyes then glossed over and I realized that I made a mistake. "B-but ev-every time I en-enter the yellow room my par-parents never come to get me," she said as tear droplets fell down her cheeks. "Well..." I started trying to word this correctly so I don't make another mistake, "It's because you, dear, are very special. As we give you your last shot to make sure you never get ill again you then start getting a higher temperature that exceeds the norm, so we have to keep you back until we are sure that you are better."
She then nods with contentment and we continue walking, tension still lingering. We finally were at her door and as we waited for the guards to open the door she squeezed my hand a tad. I looked down at her to see that she was already staring at me, I gave her a small smile which made her a tad bit more relaxed, and we then walked into the room.
