Chapter Twelve

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Robin slumps down against the wall in the entryway. She doesn't trust her mind anymore, because she can't figure out if everything that just happened was real or not.

The house is still dark because she doesn't have the energy to turn on the lights. After everything that has happened, she is exhausted. Closing her eyes, she slumps against the wall.

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She starts dreaming. Darkness surrounds her, and she can see bars directly in front of her. The floor is damp and she realizes the ceiling is leaking. A dirty toilet sits next to her, and on the wall across from her is an unmade bed with an insufficient amount of sheets and a bed which looks like it would be filled with rocks rather than cotton.

Getting up, she feels as if every joint in her body if frozen in place. She tries to stretch, but she is so stiff that she can't. Popping her knuckles, which is a habit of hers, she tries to walk around, but the area hardly has enough room to even stand. Six feet away from her is another wall, so she paces back and forth long ways, which barely is longer than the too ways. She is walking to the back wall to the bars in the cell.

A few drops of water fall onto the top of her head. She touches her hair, and it's wet. She sees where the water is falling from and steps back a little. Her mouth is super dry, and she puts her hand out. Water falls into it, but it looks terrible. Black specks float around in it and it is dirty brown. She wipes it off on her bright orange jumpsuit, which is already smudged with grime.

Light flickers in the hallway. Across from her is another cell. At first, she doesn't see anyone in it, so she goes up to the bars and wraps her hands around them. They are cold and rusty. The light flickers again, and this time she sees a shadow in it. This takes her aback, and she falls to the floor.

She stands up and walks back to the bars. Looking down the hallway, she sees that it's lined with other cells, all filled with shadows. Over her shock of seeing someone else, she looks back at the cell across from her. The shadow is crouching in the corner.

"Hello?" Robin calls out.

There's no response.

"Hello? Who are you? Do you know why I'm here?"

It moves, and slowly starts getting up. Walking towards the cells bars, she can finally see it. It's a woman about her height. She has shoulder length, brown hair which is heavily knotted. She's also wearing an orange jumpsuit. 

Robin presses her face against the bars and looks down the hallway. Suddenly, she sees the in the other cells, where earlier there were just shadows, all have the same woman at the bars. The lights go out, and she hears clanging in the hall. The light flickers again, and she sees shadows travelling down the hall. The woman across from her was reaching out through the bars with her mouth open and moaning. This took Robin aback.

The shadows got closer, and Robin started huddling back in the cell. She started to cry from being so frightened.

"Help me!" she screamed, hoping someone would answer her.

All that came in response was more moaning. The bars on her cell started to shake, and she stared up at the people in front of her. Suddenly, she realized something. Horrified, she looked at the faces of the women. They were all her.

She looked down at herself. She remembered looking fine earlier; her skin and hair was normal, other than being a little knotted. Now, her skin was pale and torn. Reaching up, she felt her jaw. It was slack. She tried to call out again, but all that came out was a grunt.

The arms were now reaching towards her. The cell seemed to be getting smaller and smaller. She was now withing reach of them, but she was still trying to get away. Pressed up against the wall, she started to feel fingertips brushing her orange jumpsuit. 

Soon, she was being grabbed. She screamed and it echoed throughout the halls. No response came to her agony. She felt her flesh being torn from her body until all that was left was her bones. 

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With a start, Robin woke up. She was crying and breathing heavily. She got her bearings and collapsed onto the floor.

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