"Tick-tock."
"Tick-Tock."
"The little mouse went into shock..."
"Tick-tock." He grabs his knife and sharpens it against metal.
"Tick-Tock. Chase her around the block." He holds it up to my face.
"Tick...." He begins peeling my skin off. "Tock..."
"You ran out of time, little mouse." I can feel my blood dripping on my hands as he continues stripping my flesh to the ground.
He continues his terrible song.
It's been two weeks since I tried to escape... This punishment is always the worst. He makes me watch as he rips my own skin off my face. It'll grow back of course, but I still look terrible and it stings.
I can't get away.
I can't escape.
I can't break out.
I've never had a life outside these dungeon walls...
I haven't touched the grass since I was ten...
I haven't felt love...
But I've felt torture and heartbreak. Sometimes I pray for someone to come save me.... I'm in a valley... God put me through this to make me strong. Is this my life? Will it be forever?
Yes?
No?
"Yes..." The sun is always most beautiful when it rises, and when it sets. I've seen it shine through the windows, but I never get to feel its warmth. Sometimes I feel like it's my only friend... But it too leaves me somedays.
The people who stole me lie to me. They say I'm a big piece to a puzzle. They say my tortures are experiments... I don't believe them. There are wicked people in this world, but there are also good ones.
I need to get away
I need to escape
I need to break out of this hell hole.
I need to find the good people.
"I need.." I whisper, "I need to get out..."
I was never asked to be born a mutant with special, disease destroying mutation.
'How did they find me?' Is one of the questions I ask the most. Not to them of course, but to myself.
Most days they leave me alone in a dark room with no food or water. I can't die anyway; I can only die if I really choose too, with my whole heart and mind. However, I still believe there's hope for me somewhere out there.
Maybe even someone to love...
Maybe someone will love me unconditionally.
Maybe I'll live the life I've always wanted.
Maybe I'll survive-
A crash comes from downstairs with screaming, yelling, and gunshots.
I immediately get up and bang on the door. "Help me! I'm in here!" I hear the door unlock. I back away from the threshold and stare at the stranger. He's wearing a hood, and he's holding a human arm with the keys to my door.
"Follow."
"What?"
"Follow." He walks away still holding the arm.
I smirk. "Finally."
