[canceled] Under This Living Hell (BFB AU)

3.14

(Warning: gore, gore art, needles, SH, suicidal thoughts)

I sit in my room looking at the people in the observation deck. They have a way to turn off the window when they don't want me seeing them, but this guy didn't mind. I watch the blue figure move around the room above.

I press my back against the wall. I wish this would all end. The blue thing turns off the window. I can sense it's fear. It doesn't like me. I don't know why they fear me. What did I ever do to them?

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I hear the door close. The blue guy has left. I hear footsteps come to my door. Is it lunch time already?

They grab me. They take me away. I claw onto the door but they pry me off. I'm scared. Why are they taking me from my room? Did they get the cure? Do I get to go home?

They strap me to a hospital bed. I can't move. I try to lash out at them but I'm restrained. This is horrible. What are they going to do this time?

They inject something into my arm. I wince. They stab something into my arm. They cut away the tissue to look inside. I stare at my bone. This is oh so painful.

They stitch me back up and give me a Band-Aid after taking way too much blood. They send me back to my room. I sit back against the wall. No one is monitoring me, so now I may cry.

I feel ashamed. Why must I cry over these things, these people. I'm hungry. I want them to feed me. Hunger is painful but it's not anything I can't take. That's what you have to learn when living here.

They come in with my food. This meal is different. Maybe they gave me a different cut of meat? I take a bite. The flavors aren't right. That wasn't a letter. I recoil backwards and fall to the ground. I'm terrified. A worker comes into the room and looks at me. It's the blue guy.

I panic on the floor. The blue guy isn't scared. He tries to pet my head. I lash at him.

I was scared and now he's on the floor. I cover my eyes and cry. They have never seen me cry. The blue guy looks more confused at my crying than the fact his head is covered in blood.

"Hey, hey it's okay..."  The blue guy speaks to me. I don't listen. I scoot to the other side of the room. I stare at the blue guy as he gets taken out of the room. The employees helping him shoot me angry glares.

They hate me. They all hate me. Nothing will change that. I dig my claws into my legs. I deserve this. I don't deserve to be alive. I hurt someone.

I'm mad and this time it's at myself.

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I walked through the halls. My head pounded. I was told to be cautious of her but I never listened. I never expected her to actually lash at me. Then she cried. I could tell she didn't mean to hurt me. The other employees didn't think that. They thought she was dangerous. I mean, she is.