The Gates are Locked Chapter 5

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While I was out i saw some things. I also felt some things. I was not fully put asleep during that surgery, I can tell. I felt all incisions in my body, and every modification. It was the most pain I have ever felt in my life. Well not the most, the most was leaving behind my dear sister. And seeing her cry like that as I ran away. What am I doing? I belong with my family. No, I don't, I chose this path and i have to keep going, the gates are locked, and im going down this road. They wont recognize me, I am not me anymore. This life, is my life, and mine only. No one elses ever. Though, when I was out, I feel like I saw everything. There is something strange about that surgery. I saw dolls, not the pretty little barbies, but devil dolls. They crawled towards me and put incisions in my body. It was scary. What am I to do now? Was it real? Or my imagination? The man shoved me out of the room and I felt pain inside my body. The woman at the front desk shoved me again but this time outside. I didn't know where to go. I then realized I left Chip back at the mountain top. I was about to slip on the wolf felt but then stopped. They wouldnt recognize me. I started to run towards the mountain top and dropped the floor as i looked upon my hut. The hut was burned, I didnt know how. There was no fire lit when i left. I began to search for Chip and began to cry after i didnt find him after searching for ten minutes. There was a strange shadow in the corner of the burnt hut. I looked over to see a doll. I walked closer and felt terror inside my body as i got a better look at it. The mouth was open, and this type of doll was made with a mouth closed. It had food in its mouth. I then realized, that was my whole food supply. I picked up a rock and threw it at the dumb doll. Then i saw it move. But not from the rock not at all. It grabbed the rock and stood up. Its head was tilted and the eyes gleaming red. I wanted to go back home. But I could not, mother would not take in such a strange child. Well unless she was that desperate for a "slave". I heard a voice come from the back of the hut as the doll walked towards me. It was Blair. "BLAIR RUN" "what" As she said that the dolls head turned all the way around and tackled Blair. Blair screamed and screamed in pain as it tore out her throat. I screamed horrified and mad at myself for choosing this path. As Blair took her last breathe I heard the last mumble of her life..... "Dollores"

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