I keep thinking about what Yang said about the energy. I want to help him but he doesn't want to hurt me. I don't care about the pain though. I'm already suffering. So what's the point. I want to talk to him about it tonight. Maybe there's something we can do. Maybe we can come to an agreement on something. Yang's here to protect me. But isn't he also here to keep me happy? What if doing this made me happy? I walk into something large and heavy and fall back.
"Hey! Watch where you're going!" I snap.
"Well, well, well. Look what we have here boys."
I feel my heart drop. It's the bullies from my first week here. They're almost entirely full of bruises. One of them's got a fat lip.
"You got us into some trouble." says one of them.
"H-how did I get you in trouble?" I ask getting up.
"The warden 'asked' us himself to leave you alone. He says you're very valuable." says their leader.
"But what makes you valuable? You're just a kid, you can't do anything. Why would the warden protect you? Why does he want you?"
"Walk away." says a voice in my head.
'I-I don't know." I say starting to walk away. I'm yanked back.
"Oh we're not done with you yet."
Their leader grabs me by my shirt collar.
"We're gonna teach you a lesson." he says.
"B-but the warden told you to leave me alone!"
He smirks.
"We'll blame it on the faggot."
He pulls his fist back ready to strike.
"Da mihi angelus imperium. Iterum adiuro te ut imperium angelus." says the voice again.
I have an out of body experience. I'm on the ground but I can still see myself. My body has grabbed the leaders fist. Suddenly my body twists his fist and I hear a loud crack. But I didn't do it. I haven't moved at all. "I" start beating the trio up. But it's not really me. Is it?
"Stop." I say.
"I" punch the smallest in the face. Blood spatters onto my fist and onto the floor.
"No." I say louder tears falling down my face. There's blood everywhere. Then "I" turn around to face the leader who is on the ground clutching his wrist. The eyes. They're empty and hollow with no emotion. I know those eyes.
"STOP IT NOW!" I scream.
"I" stop in my tracks and them I'm back. I fall to the floor tears still streaming down my face. Yang appears beside me and I quickly push him away.
"YOU MONSTER!" I scream.
"I-"
"HOW COULD YOU DO THAT?!"
YOU ARE READING
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.
