The guards nails dig into my shoulder. Why would Spring cry? He told me that to survive I shouldn't cry. I don't understand. The guard leads me through a double set of metal doors into a completely white room. There's operating tables lined up in perfect rows with equipment around each one.
"Hey Doc?! I got her for you!" the guard yells.
"Thank you! Shiro?! Go get the patient prepared!" I hear Doctor Cadence yell.
"Yes sir!"
A boy runs over to the guard and I. He's got brown hair with white strips in it.
"Follow me please." He says taking my hand gently. He leads me through the maze of tables.
"Please undress."
Flashbacks from the first time I saw the doctor flash through my mind as I slowly remove my clothes. He hands me a hospital gown and I quickly put it on. He takes my clothes and throws them on a chair.
"Please lay down on the operating table." He says.
I hoist myself up with some difficulty and lay down like he told me to. He straps me to the table and makes sure they're tightened. He removes the hospital gown from my knee and then stands beside me, waiting. It seems like hours before the doctor finally approaches me.
"Ah, Ms. Dagenhart. It's a pleasure to see you again." He says.
"Pleasures all mine." I reply quietly staring at him.
"Alright," he says putting in a pair of surgical gloves, "let's get started shall we?"
He picks up a scalpel holding it towards the gigantic light above me. Dr. Cadence positions the knife above my knee, the blade gleaming in the bright light. A yelp of pain escapes my mouth as he presses the blade into my pale skin. I feel the hot liquid slowly travel down my leg. Tears collect in my eyes as he continues to cut into my skin.
The pain is unbearable and I can't help but scream and cry.
"Shiro! Shut her up! She'll disturb the other patients!" Yells the doctor.
"Yes sir!"
Shiro holds his hand over my mouth muffling my screaming. He puts a finger to his lips. Tears flow down my face and onto Shiro's hand.
Black spots obscure my vision. I look at Shiro pleading with my eyes. He won't look at me not for a second. My vision gets increasingly blurry as the minutes pass. But it feels like hours. Hours of just constant pain. Maybe this is just a dream. The blackness almost obscuring my entire vision. Maybe this is just a dream and I'll wake up at home with my brother.
I let the darkness take me away from this pain.
Credit to:
Nightsama222
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Yin's Story
HorrorA small child of about eight years old is thrown into a prison camp nicknamed The ScrapYard by all the inmates. There she must face challenges, tolerate many pains and watch the suffering of everyone around her. This is Yin's Story.
