Killer music.

Why me?

Click. Click. Click. Click.

That's all I hear most of the day. It's been 8 years since I had originally came here. And by came here I mean was kidnapped and brought here to be tested on and tortured but hey what does it matter. The worst part is that the man who brought me here was my 'father'.

(Flashback to when she was 5 which was 8 years ago.)

"Daddy?" a younger me says while tugging on my dads trouser leg.

"Yes princess," he answered while picking me up.

"Why is it that I don't look like you and mommy while the other children do look like there mommies and daddies?" i asked innocently while he sighed.

"Because honey your adopted," he answered plainly.

"Whats adopted?" I asked.

"Adopted is when a little girl or a little boy comes from one mommy and daddy to another," he answered and I started to tear up.

" So they didn't want me is that because i'm not a good person," by the time I had finished I was in full blown sobs.

"No baby girl they just wanted to give you a better life," he cooed and I calmed me down a bit.

"Okay," I said quietly.

"Come on now Rosalia let's go home and have some ice cream," my dad said making me perk up immediately.

"YAAAAY!" I cheered while running to the car to go home.

( Three weeks later.)

Daddy had told me that we were going on a very special trip. I was very exited but daddy was acting strange.

"Hurry up Rosalia," daddy said while harshly putting me in the car and driving away.

"Daddy i'm confused what's going on?" I asked slightly scared of how my daddy was acting.

"Shut up brat i've had enough of your whining." He shouted. I shrunk back into my car seat because I had never seen daddy like this.

"But daddy where's mummy?"

"I said shut up!" he shouted again but louder so I shut up.

We drove for about ten minutes until we came to a strange white building that scared me. Daddy dragged me out of the car and into the building where we went down several pure white corridors until we came to a large metal door. Behind the door was a large room with a chair with leather straps. Daddy put me in the chair and did the straps and that was when I started crying. I cried so much but daddy ignored me and then left. He left me all alone for about 15 minutes until he came back with a needle that had a strange blue liquid in it. He plunged the needle into my arm and I screamed in pain then all I saw was black.