Apocalyptic Fight

Authors note: yes this is a chapter

Okay I need to clear something up. This last chapter is hard on me. Because to those who have read my other stories, they know just the surface of it.

Family- was just me, my dad and grams. Grandma's two dogs, Buster and daisy. And my kitty ghost. Then I got back together with my ex Chris. Well, was my ex. Glad that's not the case anymore.

But, story time is that I did have a somewhat normal childhood, and had a few friends. I did live in portage Indiana well when I was out of the infant stage and all. But after a year I started school, kindergarten, it sucked.

I got bullied constantly, and one day coming home from the bus, this girl started talking to me, and now it's been a while and I can't remember the entire thing. But we were talking and I was dumb and she said why not having a staring contest.

Little did I know that was when I was going to get my first black eye. She got me dead in the left eye. And now I have problems later in my life. Doubt that was the reason. I'll explain it a little later. But moving on, I got bullied constantly. Then before even second grade, I switched schools and that's when things went to fucking shit.

My parents got divorced when I was in the second grade, so I was really young, and I didn't take it so well. And I did honestly think it was my fault. But, I lashed out and my mom got me emitted to what felt like a prison was practically a modern insane asylum. I will not disclose the location. But my close friends know, and my boyfriend knows. But moving on. That week there felt like an eternity.

Not even the first day I didn't know what was going on, my mom left. And so did my dad. I had no contact with what happened. I politely asked where they went. And when they said to come with them. I think any kid would know that's what our parents/guardian taught us.

Stranger danger. So I latched on to the bench like thing. And I warned no, like I said stranger danger. So, I swear. I'm surprised this place hasn't shut down yet. Because they yanked me from the chair, and dragged me like a rag doll to this rectangular room. And they actually threw me in there. Not gently just setting me down. I fought like my life depended on it.

I got lucky and gave a nurse a bruise. So for a kid that's good and bad. But, moving forward when a nurse came in and warned if cooperate things would go smoothly. This has been so many years by the way. So it's a bit hazy.

But I moved away. And what apparently was five minutes. It felt like five hours. I had red tear stained cheeks. They had three people come in, two held me to the wall, and injected me with I guess some sort of knock out medicine. I can't remember the actual name. But, I barely remember that night.

But that week it was as simple as this, get up, go to the tv room. And I swear, there were five security cameras in that room. There were about twelve of us. Might have been more but idk. We sat there till we were called to a makeshift classroom. And I emphasize makeshift.

There was a security camera everywhere, each turn boom security camera. It was a practical prisoner. Because when we went outside I guessed the 'recess' barbed wire fence.

And the food, it was...edible. And one day, apparently someone allegedly stole a soup ladle, so they had a metal detector and pat down each and every kid. Were they being serious. No one had it. The kitchen lady misplaced it. Guess where it was? In the dishwasher pile. Paranoid much?

Moving on from that hell. To something more on a positive note. When I was about nine or so, I went to my first concert. Yep. Now before you say anything. We were all the way up in the grass so away from everything in a way. But, that night was the coolest ever. I saw Motley Crue in concert. Excuse my language but holy shit balls that was fucking awesome. And now if you ever see inside out, Riley had the core memories. That's how it is for me.