A sharp knock brings me back to reality.
"Ariel Thorne?"
A muscular man with shaggy brown hair and green eyes inspects me.
I can't hold his gaze any longer, my eyes land on the IV in my right arm.
"Are you the Doctor?" I ask distracted, it's a typical hospital room. Lucky me.
"Why yes, I'm Dr. Mathews." He paused for a moment glances at the folder that sits gently in his lap and begins to read off my 'case'
"Ariel Thorne, 15 years old, brown hair, blue eyes, 5' 2, and mentally ill."
I strain against the bonds that hug me to the thin mattress. And begin to scream, the heart monitor picking up pace with my racing thoughts as I black out.
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Someone is pounding on the bathroom door. I ignore them as I continue brush my thick, long chocolate brown hair. As I throw it back over my shoulder, I notice how my neon pink tank top brings out my olive complexion.
"Ariel get OUT of the bathroom NOW! I need to take a shower before school now hurry up!" An urgent male voice comes from the other side of the door. I sigh, roll my eyes and reach to open the door.
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"Ariel? Ariel? Why are you looking at me likes that? You need to calm down. Stop convulsing, you are fine."
My eyes dance around the room, never looking at anything for more than 2 seconds. I start screaming and again try to get out of the bonds that captivate my mind.
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YOU ARE READING
Survive
ActionAriel is recovering from PTSD. She has flash backs that she cannot control. She has no memory of being in the games, but they all come back in little snippets. The clock is ticking, can she survive this torture another time?
