Dead

Chapter One

Seven Years Later:

Tomorrow is my sixteenth birthday, also the mark of seven years in hell. I almost forgot to tell you what i look like. I have long blond hair that reaches to my waist, I have eyes that are pitch black with no definition between pupil and iris.  I'm abnormally skinny, only because they don't feed me that much. I am really tall standing at 6'2, oh and i almost forgot i'm a cold blooded murderer. I like the dark it makes me feel safe that's why my room is always dark. It's not like i need light my room is bare except for a nightstand with a lamp and my Ipod on it and a stand with my TV on it. A clang interrupts my thoughts as the door opens and Dr. Phillips ,or fat guy  with a lab coat as i like to call him enters the room. "Okay Amy as you know tomorrow is your birthday. Well, tomorrow a special guest is coming to evaluate you and we want you in perfect shape so we can finally get you out of here." I'm used to the hatred everyone gives me, but hey its who I am. If my life gets ruined why not ruin others for fun? I don't answer and just stand up and follow him. They're used to me not talking I haven't talked to them since they brought me here. I can still talk though i'm not stupid. They give me school books too, so its not like i can't do math or anything either. I go into the showers and turn the water on hot and wash myself. When i get done I go back to my room and lay down. I leave the lights on just because i'm too lazy to get up and turn them off. For the past few weeks I have been feeling funny, like its not like i've been feeling bad its just like I feel something under my skin wanting to come out. I've also noticed the color of my blood getting significantly darker, on my pale skin looks like a spider web. I have pale skin because I haven't been outside since I stepped foot in this building. I mean come on do they really not even let me go outside just because they're afraid i'm going to pick up a tree branch and impale them on it. When i got here I managed to get a chunk of wood off the side of the headboard of my bed I spent a day shaping it into a dagger I managed to kill 3 people and severely injure two more before I was tranquilized. Now everything I use is metal or heavy duty plastic. Back to the present, remember when I said I was feeling funny? Well now i'm feeling downright shitty. My whole body is starting to ache and I'm starting to get really hot. After about thirty minutes of this the pain is starting to get unbearable. I put my face in my pillow and scream in it to make sure i dont attract any unwanted attention. My hands are shaking and my head is pounding. I look down and see my hands are going black. My eyes widen when I see this, but nothing would prepare me for what happen next. Suddenly everything stopped I looked down at my hands and i'm shocked to find what looks like two balls of darkness or something like that. I spend hours playing with the darkness, until I finally notice the black tattoo on the back of both my hands that looks like a circle with purple on the inside, and in the very middle a little,black dot. I suddenly feel very tired. I can only take one last look at my hand before evrything goes dark.

A/N

I wrote this on my laptop! see how much longer and better it was? Any who i just wanted to tell you guys that I might update in 2-3 days depending if i can atleast get another read. I really want a read. Anyways vote,comment, and fan if you enjoyed 

Peace,

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