Playful Lines III Sequel To Jealous Lines III

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"Hell. This is Hell."

"I know."

I had been conversing with the girl. Her name was Jessica. (If your name is Jessica...too bad!) She was 12, as I had guessed. Why was I here again? This place was Hell. But we're toys? That's new. We used to just get tortured. That's how I got my mark, powers, and how Chara got his and his eye. Wait.

"Jessica! Was there a boy who looks about my age, he had white hair, blue and red eyes?!"

"Uh yeah. I think. That him over there? Talking with B?"

My eyes shot in the direction she pointed to. YES! There he was! Chara was okay! He was wearing what looked like a hospital clothing, but he was still okay! I guessed his tube was about fifteen feet away from mine. B, as Jessica referred him to, had silver and red eyes and brown hair.

"Why do ya call him B?"

"He had a name. But after it he could only remember Bran. So we started calling him B."

"But you remember your whole name. How?"

"I'm one of his,"

She shuddered.

"His favorites. Mine wasn't as harsh. I remember most of my life before I came here. But it still hurts. I can't imagine how it feels for everyone else here."

I stared off.

"I do."