Untitled Part 1

Chapter 2: Memories

*flashback*

I stood at a stone wall, both my hands and feet bound in a very tight and itchy rope. I was covered in bruises for my "uncooperative behavior". 'Well, they all could suck my non-existent dick.' I was more worried about Tommy rather than myself. 'I haven't seen him in over two hours,' I thought as I started to shake, tears starting to well up in my eyes as I feared the worst for my baby brother. 'Please, dear God,' I prayed as I cried silently, 'Let my little brother be okay...'

    "Stop that crying, girl!" I instantly looked up at the booming voice, seeing the muscled, bearded man who beat me before. He grabbed my shirt as he yelled some gibberish in my face, his breath filled with the overwhelming scents of alcohol and some potent drugs. I was in no mood for games, so I glared at him instead, mentally trying to figure out how to get out of this itchy rope. I was gagging as he held me close to him, trying to find fresh air to breathe. Taking offense to this, he slammed me against the uneven stones, his rage showing in his face. I felt my body go numb from the pain as I hit both the wall and the cool stones beneath his feet. I knew I was bleeding from the wounds reopening, but I didn't bother to mess with them. I knew he was watching me, watching my every move to make sure I stayed down. I did, knowing I wasn't in the position to be fighting someone of his caliber.

    Before he could do anything else, an elderly voice called out, "Johnson! Bring that girl over here, she needs her ID and tattoo!" Scoffing and mumbling some curses, he grabbed my hair and pulls me across the hard floor. I winced when he pulled my hair, unable to move and fight back. We stopped at a table, where he threw my limp body onto the cold, hard table. He did it as if I was nothing, as if my body weighed nothing to him. Hissing from the impact of the table, I tried to get up, but hands were already pinning me down. "Let go... of me," I tried shouting at them and resisting against their solid grips, some of my hair covering my face. "Be a good girl and hold still," the elderly voice told me, smiling with dark intentions as he held an ID injection device in his hands. I saw the intentions in his evil smile, and I tried to resist once more. "Someone help me hold her down, I can't aim this in the correct spot if she keeps moving," the elderly man asked someone on his left. Seeing and feeling two hands on my shoulders, I was pushed down and held there. "This won't hurt one bit..." the elderly man tried to soothe my fear, but ultimately failing in the process. I felt the thick device pierce my skin and muscle, causing me to scream and cry. Then I felt something being pushed into my body, in my shoulder. I kept still, feeling warm blood ooze down my pale skin, but I couldn't stop  trembling. As soon as the device left my skin, I was bandaged up, but instead of leaving me, the hands still remained on me. I tried to move as much as I could without hurting my already injured shoulder. But with no success, I watched as the elderly man got another device, seeing that same smile on his face. 'He must really enjoy seeing children in pain, ' I thought to myself. 'He has no care in the world about how I feel.'

"Just one more thing, girl, and then you can go to your brat of a brother," he said with a serious, yet psychotic, tone in his voice, placing the device on my pale, sweaty neck. I began to fear what he was going to do, feeling the device starting to warm up. Eventually, I felt it burning my skin, the heat making me sweat and the pain making me cry and scream again. As if the heat wasn't enough, I felt some needles pierce my skin again, feeling them go deeper than the previous one had. Feeling some sort of liquid entering me, I continued to cry out in the pain. It felt like hell was raging on me, getting payback for every wrong I've ever done.

Soon it was over, and I was bandaged up once again. I couldn't move and was dragged to my new home; A prison cell. But not the kind where they let you get out to talk to your fellow inmates, oh no. In this one, if you did anything a guard thought was suspicious, he had every right to assault  you, and demand that we told them what we would be doing.

I was thrown in the dark room haphazardly, my head hitting the uneven floor. I struggled to get up on my hands as the slammed the door shut, leaving me alone in the pitch black room. Until I heard a soft, high pitched voice; It was Tommy.

"S-S-Sissy," he called out to me, wondering where I was in the dark room. "T-Tommy, I-I'm over h-here," I replied, my voice raspy and my throat dry. He eventually found me, after crawling around for a bit. "D-D-Did they hurt y-y-you t-too," he asked with sorrow in his voice, laying down next to me with his damaged wolf doll in his arms. Being the older sibling, I had to be tough, but that didn't mean I had to lie to him. But I had to, just this once. For his sake. "No, I-I'm okay... I'll be f-fine after I get some sl-sleep," I told him with a fake smile on my face, stroking his bloodied, golden hair. "What about you...? Did they h-hurt you," I asked him softly, bringing him closer to me for a warm hug.

He nodded slightly, and his shoulders started shaking. "Th-th-they h-hurt me real b-b-bad," he replied, his voice shaky as I felt the warm tears start to soak up my shirt. I held him with my good half, letting my other half try to rest and heal. "It's okay, Tommy... I won't let them hurt you anymore, if I can help it," I told him with the utmost sincerity I could, stroking his hair to help calm him down. He continued to cry as I held him, barely making his voice audible. 'They WON'T hurt him... He's the only family I have left, and it's my job to protect him as his older sister,' I thought to myself, my face changing from being sad to serious. I still held my baby brother and stroked his hair as he cried himself to sleep.
'I swear... I swear on my life to protect Tommy as best as I can,' I mentally vowed, barely squeezing Tommy, but holding him slightly closer to me. 'I swear...'