𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐟𝐚𝐥𝐥 ᵐᵃʳᵛᵉˡ

3. Wasted blood

February, 2012

The red room, a horrible place for girls, but could it be worse than HYDRA? Maybe, maybe it's worse since they cared more, they cared more with what they did to the girls there. Worse punishments, no ignoring so much, every mistake would be pointed out, but would it be worse than getting the silent treatment all her life?

Rozie didn't know what she was going into, the only thing she knew was that this wouldn't be the first time she'd be there, it was obvious, her mind played back some small moments of that place, and she knew it wasn't nice.

She wasn't the only one who knew that.

But she knew she was in danger, she was everyday, everyday was just a fight to survive situation. But being scared more than normally was a clear sign that something was about to go wrong. Another move, not to some other HYDRA base, this was something else and she didn't exactly know what awaited her. The man, the one who was behind her suffering did tell her why and where, revealing only the bad stuff; she found it awful that he wanted to even scare her more, didn't he already do enough.

Another organization, she wasn't obeying their wishes properly, this was supposed to teach her what to do. Rozie had a feeling like she knew the place he was talking about, but pushed it away. Somewhere where girls were sent to become something, to shape them how they like, this was supposed to make her behave. Mess with her brain.

One word did stuck more than others. "Just like your creators" What did that mean. She obviously knew just what he was saying, someone had to be her parent, abandoned or not, she had to have parents to be brought into this world. But at that moment it just got out, she asked. Shockingly he responded with words, not abuse.

Become an obedient soldier like her father.

Rozie didn't like secrets, definitely not ones that held a lot of value to her life, and definitely not that one. Eight year old her thought that her life was full of secrets even though it wasn't, she just forgot most of the stuff. Which was a whole another story on how she forgot all those things, she couldn't even remember what happened before she lost a part of her memory.

All those things weren't something she should think about, it was rather what would happen to her. Yes, she hated where she was currently, but all those words she heard were horrifying even for her. Shape her, mess up her brain, turn her into a killer. Rozie wanted to stay how she was, she didn't want someone to play around with her nor shape her into something she didn't want to be.

But unfortunately it was already all decided, she couldn't change anything, no one would save her. No one ever came to save her, that made Rozie hate people even more, or maybe just anyone who had left her to suffer.

She thought that maybe she could just fight the guards off and escape, but that wasn't possible for her, she was too weak. Being held by her arms, blindfolded and ready to pass out at any moment, they gave her something just a few minutes ago. They didn't want her to see anything and definitely not where she was going.

Rozie already felt all the effects of whatever she had roaming through her veins, she would think that with whatever else was in her body would hold off stuff like that, but it didn't.

Her hearing picked up on loud and fast footsteps, like they were in a hurry to get her out of here, which normally they weren't, but she didn't care about anything like that right now.

She tried not to panic, even though she should, she tried thinking about the good stuff, if there is any; maybe there it would be a tiny bit better, maybe she wouldn't get ignored in there. The chances of that were very low, but at least she tried.