Angel ♡ Eyes

♡Chapter 13

Time was a funny thing. A funny thing Bubbles had lost track of caring about.

Was it day? Was it night? How long had it been? How long were they to wait?

The cave walls felt suffocating. Her mind felt like a prison. A bunch of What if questions circling around.

'What if I die here?'

'What if I'm never able to see the professor again?'

'What if I never see my sister again?'

'What if we're all on the run forever?'

What if. What if. What if.

The questions broke her heat and hurt her head. She was trying so hard not to think like that. But after Boomer explained eight different Disney films to her, she could tell even he was exhausted. So she thanked him for his time in keeping her preoccupied, then Boomer fell asleep.

He'd told her about Rapunzel, Ariel, Jasmine, Tiana, Pocahontas—which he also went on to say how they'd completely butchered the real story behind a powerful figure. He'd also told her about Pinocchio, Bolt, and The Aristocats.

Bubbles favorite was Bolt. She was a sucker for dogs. And one who'd gone his whole life thinking he was one thing, only to find out it was all a lie? That hit close to home for her.

Then the supposed origin story of being experimented on? Oh that hit even closer.

Bubbles longed for peace. For life without constant hiding and fear. From a young age Bubbles had decided to be kind and generous. She'd met the cruelty of the world from a young age. From an age where she didn't have a cold heart or a closed off mind.

She used to think that everything that happened was her fault.

A scientist cut off a finger to see if the regeneration of the axalotl worked. Hurt like hell. But she'd worked it in her mind that she deserved it somehow.

Her stomach was cut open for them to poke and pry at her insides. Her fault.

She still had the scars. Things that never healed properly. Along with these were memories of the pain.

The scientists never used sedatives or pain killers.

Every time an incision was made she felt it all.

All the pain. All the agony.

She'd been strapped down each time. Screaming. Crying. Pleading for it to all stop.

All the while thinking: 'It's my fault this is happening. Maybe if I'd tried harder it wouldn't of happened.'

Until a few years ago she realized it wasn't her fault. None of it was hers. Now she didn't like to blame others, but she'd be dammed if she blamed herself for all of her suffering. Because it was not her fault the government decided to test on children. It was not her fault the scientists got off on torturing kids.

Bubbles wiped away at tears that had fallen. She would not cry right now. She refused to go back down memory lane. Sitting in the quiet of the cave brought up bad topics. She needed some air. She needed something to do to keep her mind off things.

How long had she been here? How long had it been since sunrise? Since she left her sister behind. Since she stretched her wings and felt the first amount of freedom in a long while. Eight stories ago Boomer mentioned walking for four hours. That would of made it nine in the morning by the time they reached the cave.

But how long had it been since then?

"Everything alright blondie?" Brick asked. He was half asleep himself. Blossom laid passed out on his shoulder.