Unhuntable

Nine.

"I trusted you! I was good, I trusted you!" I ripped the needle from my arm and screamed. 

"No! No, I wont... I wont I cant..." He grabbed my arm and threw me from the bed. My naked body hit the floor and he began to kick me, over and over. He picked me back up and threw me down, and began to yank my hair. He took out a pair of handcuffs and put it on my wrist, throwing me on the bed and locking me on the post. He removed all the blankets and pillows and left the room only to return with a bucket of wood. He covered the bed in the try sticks and stood up, smiling. He pulled something out of his pocket, a matchbox. He struck the match and turned, throwing it behind him as he walked out of the room, the flame hitting my shoulder. I tried to blow it out but it was too late. The fire was spreading and I was burning. I screamed in agony as the flames licked my body. The smell of burning flesh and hair hit my nostrils. 

"Help me!! Please, help I'm dying!" the smoke filled my lungs and I called out with my last bit of hope, my last breath. No one came.     

***

I woke up strapped to a chair. My skin was on big blister, pus was everywhere. My head felt lighter and looking up, I saw my reflection in the mirror. All my hair was gone. My skin was red raw and black. Doctor Vanderbuilt walked into the room, I looked at him with begging eyes, I needed him to help me, I had no choice but to cooperate. 

"I'm going to cure you. This is a new drug we have been working on to cure burns, we have tested it on our rats and have had predominantly pleasing results." He pulled out a needle with a clear liquid and inserted the tip into my forearm. As soon as the substance hit him bloodstream I felt relief. My skin began to repair, I felt it tighten. My skin lingered with the sensation of mint. 

"I feel that you are lonely. I have gotten you a friend," Vanderbuilt told me, "but you must be kind to her." A small girl poked her head through the door. 'She must be free-' I began to think, but then I saw another doctor push her in. She was bald just like me, had the same fear in her eyes. I was unrestrained and the chair was removed. We were escorted to a room that resembled the outdoors, grass and dirt, and a little rabbit, poor thing scared half to death. We were locked in, and left alone for the time being. 

"Are, are you ok..?" I asked carefully, not completely trusting. She didn't reply, but instead touched her neck where her voice-box would be. She was unable to talk. Our naked bodies sat at opposite sides of the room, the rabbit was now what seamed to be dead. She slithered up to me and I realised she had only holes where her ears should be. She had been here for a long time I could tell. She began to squeak as if she was trying to speak. The room began to fill with water, and there was no way out.