Michael Cliffords Rebel Sister

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April

I've just been sitting in the middle of the room for, maybe 2 hours?

I question that because there is no clock and I don't have my phone they also took that.

The door opens and I look up.

"Hello, April I'm Dr will, I am your therapist." He smiles.

"Hahahahsh" I start sarcasticly laughing.

The man looks at me confused. He has grey hair and a grey beard. He also wears thin rimmed glasses and a pale grey suit.

"I'm sorry but I don't need 'therapy' "
I say holding my fingers up as quote marks when I say therapy.

He walks into my room anyways and sits on a chair in the corner.

"Well it's happening anyway" he comments.

"So tell me why you cut" he starts.
How does he know that.
I swear if michael told anyone he's dead.

I stay mute. He huffs then moves on.

"Why do you feel the need to disobey rules?" He asks.

I again stay quiet.

"Okay" he sighs.

"What are you feeling right now" he says.

"Fucking hatred towards you" I yell.

He looks taken back but writes something down on this clipboard.

Before he can speak again I interrupt.

"Please in the nicest possible way Could you FUCK OFF" I yell at the end.

He stands then leaves.

After a while a bell is rung signaling lunch is ready.

I don't plan on eating unless it's pizza which I doubt it will be.

Once I get in the queue I see sandwiches. Ha no. I get given a ham sandwich but dump it as soon as I see a bin.

I see a bunch of people chatting and sitting in groups whereas I look around for a way to escape.

People are guarding the doors but I see one guy eating a burger a good few metres away from the empty door.

I sneak past successfully and see a set of keys on the ground.

I look at them and see one with 'master' written on it.

I take the key off the ring and slip through the doors.

I can see the front entrance and race for the door.

I place the key in and pray for it to open.

I twist it and it unlocks. I rush out in to the pouring rain only to be grabbed by two muscular arms.

They try and drag me back as I scream and kick.

Eventually one of them pulls out a syringe. No.

"No. NO NO STOP. DONT DO THAT" I screamed as tears ran down my face muddled up with rain drops.

The man sticks it in my arm and I start to feel drowsy.

Then my eyes close.

I wake up in my room and immediately start sobbing my eyes out.

The door opens and michael Is standing there with one of the two men who knocked me out.

I start to shuffle away from the door. As quiet sobs left my mouth.

Michael steps forward as I shuffle faster.

I hold my legs to my chest and Bury my face in them.

Maybe if I pretend they aren't here they'll leave.

Who am I kidding they won't.

"April" Michaels quiet voice rings through my ears.

"No" I whisper.
He steps forward again but I slam myself into the far wall.

"Stay away from me. All o-of y-you" I hic cup.

"I want to leave" I sob lifting my head from my knees.

"I'm sorry April but you cant" michael says.

"Then when I'm out I'll leave for good and you'll never see me again" I sob.

"What do you mean?" he asks.
"Whatever you want it to mean" I say back.

Worry flashes through his eyes at my unspecified awnser.

They both leave and I continue my sobbing.

I go to my bag and grab my blade.

I cut 10 times in total then sleep.

Without food I manage to fall asleep.