You promised || DREAMNOTFOUND

CENTUM VIGINTI OCTO

If I had to guess, its been a couple months at most, at least that's all I remember. I had tried to fight back this morning and immediately got shot up with way more drug than normal.

after all my time here, I had started to build up a tolerance to the medication they use, almost immune, but with how much they used this morning, I couldn't move

I couldn't even blink my eyes, they were stuck In a half lidded state as tears dripped down the side of my face. I was tossed onto the bed, facing the ceiling mostly but I could see the hallway from the corner of my eye.

there were men doing rotations, though non of them had guns which was almost surprising. I can barley piece my thoughts together, the moment I think of something, its gone and replaced with another thought.

it sounds like someone is fighting, multiple people are fighting. I cant make anything out, I can barley hear myself think. it sounds like people are yelling, some voices sound familiar but I dont know from where.

from the side of my eye I can see a person fighting the armed men, shes blurry but she has long curly hair, and shes fighting using a sword.

she went through the men like it was easy, then she yelled something.

"charlie!" her voice was loud, deep, but loud as she kept fighting the people off, but then a teenage boy came into my vision, he had blonde hair that was shorter, and glasses.

but instead of the boy fighting back, he froze as the man behind him practically lifted off the floor. If I could open my eyes any further I would, because from what im seeing, this man is being strangled in the air with nothing holding him.

then he fell, dead, and his face drained of color. Its horrifying, I dont know who is here, but I know its not the police.

"jesus christ george" the women's voice spoke again, but she was talking to someone else. someone who was able to strangle that guy mid air.

but its impossible, there is no way this is my family. iv only been gone a couple months, charlie looks fifteen, but I dont know who this women is.

"I didnt even know I could do that" georges voice was raspy, a little deeper from when I last spoke to him, but it was george. it was the brunette.

the three were frozen for a second, looking around at the people in these cells, though it was to dark for any of them to make out a face. I heard more footsteps coming from down the hallway, then another voice spoke.

"okay now call the police" it sounded like phil, but younger, it was wilbur. his voice had changed, though I couldn't see him, he sounds older. his voice is deeper and raspy, exhausted.

it took a while, but soon police and federal agents started swarming the hallways, though when they laid eyes on me, they immediately started to get me out, and onto a stretcher.

I was the first person out, and the only person surrounded by swat agents. I forget that I am a missing world wanted criminal. but with how confused, how messed up i probably look, im surprised they even recognized me.

i heard the EMT start to yell something, but then her hands started pressing on my chest like i was dying. im not dying, i can see the heart monitor from my tilted head, it hadn't changed.

but she was still hitting my chest, and then she stopped.

"time of death, Five: forty seven on august seventeenth" her words seemed to make the crowd go quiet, but her words were false. i wasn't dead.

but august seventeenth? it was July when i went missing so it has only been a month. my birthday was five days ago, i was probably out and spent it drugged and being raped but it was my birthday.

i felt myself start to haze out, i could barley hear what the people around me were saying let alone the crowd. i heard someone say they tried to fake my death and the EMT just looked exhausted.

everyone looked chaotic, like i was some big deal. but then i heard sirens, more sirens and they sounded way louder than any other siren here. but then a door slammed shut, and a loud man yelled.

"back the fuck off!" it was my father. the crowd went silent and from the little world i could see, they had created a pathway for olivia and sean to go through.

my hearing was starting to fade, but i could feel hands on mine, and i could hear my mother sobbing, sean had said something and it looked like his hands were covering his face. but all three of them looked different, my fathers hair was starting to grey and my mothers looked falsely died. sean had shorter hair, it was straight now, like he had permed it.

that same women was at the foot of my bed, her hand was over her mouth and it looked like she was about to cry. she was wearing skin tight black plasticky pants with my sword around her waist. though the holster looked custom, it had a strap that wrapped around her waist, and then on the left side it had a strap that went down the side of her leg, and stopped about her middle thigh where it wrapped around again.

it was a very secure holster, like it was made for her to run with it. she wore a skin tight long sleeve shirt that was black, despite it being the ending of summer. her hair was loosely braided into a french braid on the back of her head but the hair tie on the bottom was high up so it showed about a foot of her curly hair at the bottom.

she looked so familiar, like i had known her, but before i could look any more, i was shoved into the ambulance and it began driving.

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gonna cry