I hadn't been able to get any sleep ever since subject 41 became my responsibility. The constant screaming and running around was making me want to crawl home and cry. I brush a scarlet strand of hair away from my face as I look at the security feed. Once again, he's refusing to eat. He instead makes art on the wall with his mashed potatoes and gravy. He then proceeds to get a running start before ramming into the wall, and continues this for about 5 minutes straight. It was exhausting to watch. Luckily for me, I didn't have to worry about subject 41's poor brother, who begged and pleaded and cried day after day to the secretary for her to let him see his brother. Watching a mindless psychopath? Horrible, exhausting, boring. But dealing with their family..? That's a whole different level of torture.
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The clock hits 3:21 A.M. It's officially been half a year since I've seen my brother. I decide that it's time to act. Time to step up. Nice words and desperate begging got me nowhere. I examine the mini explosive in my palm and the rope to my side. I know that what I'm about to do is wrong. But I'm determined to see him again. More so than I am to do what some might say is right and wait for him to get better. I'm done waiting. This is where I stand.
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I hear a sound. It's loud. It startles me and forces me to lose control, even if for a split second. First, angry takes over. He tries to rip the wall's padding away with my teeth. Then dummy takes over. He slams my head into the floor over and over. I try to regain control, but screamy takes over. And when I thought that I finally lost my long fought battle, everything freezes. I snap back into control and stare straight at it. Someone's at my door.
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FanfictionWarning: Contains dark and sensitive topics such as: Suicide, insanity, mental illness, death, and so on. Also may have a bit of gore, so don't read if you have a weak stomach. ~~~ The timelines constantly changing, resetting, and ending is starting...
