Enchanted

Chapter 1

        Picture of Milana above
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    I feel empty. I sit on my bed and absentmindedly toss around a ball of energy. It's my only entertainment. I watch the different colors swirl and change, but suddenly, the energy disappears. I sigh. I knew that it wouldn't last for long. I don't have the energy. I feed off of others energy and since I am isolated, there is nothing for me to feed off of.
It's for the better. I can't hurt anyone while I'm alone. I don't have to worry about accidentally touching someone and watching as the life drains out of they're eyes.
I am dangerous and I need to be contained. I see that now. When they first put me here, all I wanted was my freedom. I didn't understand that this is the only way to ensure that I won't kill anybody.
I look at the floor. I see all of the scratches at the foot of the door. I vaguely remember doing that. I was out of my mind. Screaming, demanding that they release me. I was insane, scratching at the floor as if I could dig a hole and climb out. As if it were that easy.
Even if I were to find a way out, where would I go? I have nobody. No friends, no family. I'm completely and utterly alone. I know that I'm a danger to anyone I'm around but a little company here and there wouldn't hurt.
    I decide to go to sleep early, and dream that I'm somewhere other than here. My head hits the lumpy pillow softly and it doesn't take long for me to blissfully fall asleep.
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    I was awoken by a sound that equaled that of a bomb. My bed shook as the room quaked. I moved myself into the fetal position and put my hands over my head to block the dust coming down from the ceiling. I violently coughed as I breathed the dust in. I stood as still as a statue, waiting for the dust to settle before I moved. I slowly walked towards the door, being cautious. Half of me is terrified of what made that large noise, but the other half is curious as to what it was. I carefully put my ear against the door, straining to hear anything. It was silent, the calm before the storm.
    I was right, it started out slow and quiet but I could hear a noise. I'm not sure exactly what it is, but it sounds like marching. And it's getting closer. I back away from the door as I hear them come closer.
    I stay silent, I don't even breathe when I hear the marching come to a stop at my door. I see the door knob jiggle and I get anxious. I run to the bathroom and close the door. I step into the cold bath tub and lay down. I'm now terrified and I do not want to face whatever just came into the room. My eyes widen and my breath hitches as I hear the bathroom door open.
    I close my eyes tightly and push myself farther into the bathtub, trying to be invisible. Things don't go my way when I hear the footsteps come to the edge of the bathtub.
    I slowly open my eyes, only to see the most gorgeous shade of green I have ever seen. We both stare, taking the other in. His hair was a light shade. It looked like a brown from here but I bet that if you look closer, you will notice that it's more of a dirty brown. He had a nice tan and his eyes were such a vivid green.
    We look into each other's eyes, as if waiting for the other to make a move. His right hand slowly outstretched towards me. I knew that he was only trying to help me but I flinch back, not wanting to kill him.
    I see a look of understanding in his eyes as he pulls his hand back. He pull a glove out of his vest and pulls it on. He then grabs my hand and yanks me up as if I was a rag doll. When I'm standing, he pulls me behind him until we are out of the bathroom and drops my hand.
    He heads towards the door and turns back to look at me.
    "Are you coming?" His voice was deep and rough. I don't respond to him and that seems to frustrate him. Although he does look cute when he is frustrated.
    He walks toward me and I back away. It's like a game of cat and mouse. This seems to anger him even more. He reaches behind him a pulls out a syringe.
    My eyes widen and I turn to run but I'm too late. He grabs my arm and sinks the syringe into my neck. I feel a pinch before everything gets blurry. My legs wobble before they collapse from under me.
    Before I hit the ground, I feel myself being picked up and held bridal style. I feel my heart rate pick up, fearing that he will touch me. His breath is warm against my ear as he says, "It's alright, we're getting you out of here."
    And that's the last thing I hear before everything goes dark.