The boy was wearing a pair of jeans and a plain white t-shirt. He was holding a few containers containing liquid. Behind him were 2 more boys, wearing the same clothes. He said something to them, and I felt a jab in my forearm. Before I could react, darkness flooded my vision.
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Pain. That was the first thing I felt once I regained consciousness. I could hear an ear piercing scream bin the background. Then I realised- I was the one screaming. I could still see the weird people staring at me. My throat was burning, and my eyes felt like they were going to pop out of my head. Then the darkness flooded my vision again..
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The pain is gone. I felt... Comfortable. I could feel bedsheets beneath me, and a warm blanket over my body. I slowly opened my eyes just a slight bit, to see my surroundings. All I saw was white. White walls... White bed... White floors... The weird people were gone... The only person I saw in that room was the boy I saw before I ended up here....
He was wearing a black shirt, this time. His hair was longer than I remembered. He was staring at me. He must have realised that I was awake, as he started walking towards me.
He smiled at me.
"Hey. You're finally awake."I just stared at him.
"I'm Will."
"...hi"
"Hey! You can talk! Good I have some questions for you... "
"First question- What's your name?"My throat started burning.
"I don't have a name." I answered softly.
"How old are you?"My fingers and hands started shaking, and my heart started to pound harder.
"I don't know."
"Okay... Final question, who's your mother."Suddenly, the weird people were back. This time they weren't just torturing themselves... They were using they're weapons... To hack and slash at me, and Will. I was screaming, but I felt strangely at ease, like my body was moving at its own accord. Although my vision blurred and I couldn't see anymore, I could still feel the rest of my body. I felt my fingers push themselves into something wet and round... Then I felt liquid spraying at me... Then I felt a jab at my arm... Darkness surrounded my blurred vision.
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