I saw myself sitting in a chair wearing a gray cotton rope with my hair pulled back with wires on top. I had clamps on my wrist and temples on my forehead. The voice rang clear in the room, "Create a controlled tornado inside of this room, or pick one of your friends to get shocked. Maybe double the potency for your boyfriend."
I saw the future me with fear in her eyes as she raised her hands to the table. I felt the room was as cold as Maine when I went there two winters ago, but then the room felt super hot like the time I spent in Texas. She was so focused on completing the task that was given to her, but all of a sudden the room felt normal again. Even though this hadn't happened yet, future-me jumped from the electricity, shocking her head and I felt the shock too.
The determination disappeared from her face as fear and pain flashed through her eyes. I stood there not understanding what was happening. I felt sad about what would happen in the future, but then I heard the voice on the intercom, "Pick one or tick tock your boyfriend is in the infirmary."
I felt the same cold and hot feeling again like before, but the wind blew crazily until her hair was no longer put back and I saw myself with short hair. Pain spread across her face as I saw a tornado starting to form on the top of the corner of the table. It was 9 inches tall but powerful. I felt the connection before hearing the words, "Congratulations, you have just saved your boyfriend's life."
I saw a group of men come into the room before pulling future-me from the chair. The bruises scattered around on her arms and legs but nothing compared to the bruise that was around the neck. It was the shape of someone's hand surrounding her neck. They must have been so angry to cause a deep purple bruise. I wondered if it was so bad that I passed out. Who was angry enough to cause that much damage?
Then I saw the same group of men pull her away and her stomach almost caused my heartbeat to jump out of my chest. The way it looked similar to the other pregnant girl's belly while at the Texas group home. It was impossible, I could never have children nor did I want them. But it was just ever so slightly round. The future I stared at my eyes as I stood in the corner, she whispered the words in a croaky voice, "Protect him," before her feet dragged across the floor.
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I woke up screaming with my arms and legs waving around, before hearing August's voice whispering that I was going to be okay. I could feel my body calming down from his words. Before I jerked myself up from his soft bed and threw up onto August's floor. I was crying so hard that I could barely catch a breath, and I could feel my eyes starting to swell.
Suddenly, August picked me off his bed and carried me in his arms as I wrapped my very weak arms around his neck and I just felt my body hanging in his arms. We went down the dark hallway about twenty feet before stepping into the bathroom. He sat me down on the floor before removing my clothes which smelled like vomit.
I was still crying for some reason as the memories kept flashing to the future. I threw up again but this time on the bathroom floor as I was choking on my vomit because of the crying. I saw the look on August's face as concern flooded his face. He stood me up when I stopped coughing and pulled down my pants and underwear before putting me in the running bath.
The bath felt warm and my body felt weak. I moved my arms slowly and my stomach hurt every time I took a deep breath. I tried my hardest to calm my body down, but I could still feel my head hurting from getting shocked. I reached up for August to come into the bath with me and at first, he shook his head. Until I heard a loud sigh before feeling come into the bath behind me. He pulled my body against his and I felt heat rising to my cheeks before biting my lip.
His legs were on each side of my hips and he wrapped his arms around my torso before hearing him as he started wiping my body off with a soft sponge. He made sure to wipe me off slowly and made sure to dip the sponge in the water every few minutes. I heard a sigh of delight before holding my body softly. It seemed like a long time as we sat here together until the bath got cold. He started warming up the bath water with his body and I leaned my whole body towards him.
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Ciencia Ficción16-year-old orphan, Maraline Paisley-Bynes, gets sent to her last foster home in Waynesville, North Carolina. She has always felt like an outsider with her all-black aesthetic and completely covered in tattoos and piercings. For her entir...