I am finally awake. I realize I am strapped tightly to the wall and scream in agony and despair as I feel needles sticking sharply into my scalp. I'm in the fright lab. I instantly know what is happening, but I woke up too late. The government got me again. I think to myself. I examine the white walls surrounding me, looking for any medium of escape. I can't call Daniel again. I am filled with utter dread. I pull tightly at the thick leather straps that hold me to the wall. The sickening brown fawn colour brings me back to horrible times and flashbacks of pain and misery fill my head. "Hahahaha." His sickening laugh send shivers through my body. "If it isn't my favourite abomination." The doctor is here. I cant see his wretched face again... Maybe ill be done this time. Im tired of dying, hurting Daniel and living agin, im tired of misery and im tired of that damn Dr. Leale. He approaches and strokes his mutilated hand against my pale cheek. His hand. Rumors of the abomination with the flower hand were told to us as kids. A young beautiful boy had turned 15 when he realized that he, the perfectionist child, was an abomination. He was sent into a frenzy by his own self and searched for ways to "cure" himself for flowers had begun to groe on his hand. He cut them and burned them but they regrew more beautiful each time. He at last creates a potion that melted the flowers and his hand. He begun to "cure" other abominations and became known as Dr.Leale. However, he cant cure my horns. He just kills me each time trying. Tears fill my eyes and I realize, Daniel will never stop saving me and ill hurt him again....
