Little Miss Heart Stealer

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A/N You know what, screw it, enough playing with Antergos and get on to updating. I never though this book would have the small popularity it does, and I thank you all for that. After spotify finishes downloading,I am gonna finish writing this to some german death metal/metalcore whichever I choose. P.S, I love the AUR in Antergos, so easy to install things. 

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How many of you have seen what Hell looks like? None of you? Well, you're about to see what someone would look like after an intense torture session. As soon as I opened the door, the stench of blood and decaying flesh filled the air with such a presence that it weighed down on me like a car crushing my lungs. I covered my nose from the smell, and revolted from the sight. What had changed me, and why did I almost throw up from a person hanging from a noose made out of their own intestines. Blood was spread out on the walls like that of an angel's, but I knew it was no angel that did that. I would have easily called out to someone given that I still had my tongue, but I could not. I coughed up blood and my lungs felt like they were being crushed, until I could not take it any longer. I fainted, and the last thing I saw was the feet of the angel with the claws picking me up in it's grasp, and the faint impression of another person that I could not see. 

I woke up in a different room than I was expecting, looking surprisingly similar to a psych ward room, too similar. I stood up, and looked around the room. It was all white, small, thin sheets and pillows without covers were on the beds. There were two in the room, and a drawer was at the end of both. The clock on the wall read 6:30 PM. I looked over to the other bed, and I saw Abigail, thankfully looking much more healthy. Thinking this was a dream, I tried to call out to her. I opened my mouth, and saw that I still had no tongue at all. Abigail immediately noticed me, and ran to me and gave me a big hug. 

"You are finally awake!" she exclaimed, as I quirked my head like I was trying to ask a question.

"Your were out for a week, so I decided to wait for you to wake up," she explained. "This is a psych ward. You were found wandering around the streets screaming random, unintelligible things. We were immediate friends, as you were the only one who would listen to me." 

Suddenly, the door opened, and what I could only assume was a nurse came in, and was surprised to see me awake. 

"Oh, you're awake, that's good.," she looked at us both and asked, " Why don't you two come down to group time?" Abigail jumped up and down, clapping her hands like a giddy schoolgirl. I was understandably;e skeptical. 

"What if the dead angels are out there?" I signed to Abigail.

She looked sympathetic, took my hand in hers, and said," Don't worry, the angels aren't going to hurt you, now let's go to group time!" When I was with Abigail, nothing seemed to bother me at all. 

We were escorted through the hallways to a large room filled with barred windows and bright walls, plastic chairs, and cheap posters with stupid messages on it. My eyes widened as I saw who was there in the group. Tom. My eyes widened and I immediately stepped back.

"You tortured me," I began to sign," You tortured us all!" I was frantically signing as I was terrified of the man who made me go crazy. "It's your fault I'm here!" Abigail tried to calm me down, muttering what I could only guess was one of her spells, and I calmed down enough to sit away from the others. I kept my eyes on Tom to see if he would try anything. He did not understand what I was signing, so I just flipped him off so he would get the message. The person in charge of this "group time" introduced himself as Brandon. The others said there names as if clockwork, Susan, Lucas, Charlie, of course Tom, then I signed my name, which, of course, Brandon had to translate. Abigail said her name last. With the introductions out of the way, Brandon began his scripted session with very little emotion in his voice, almost like clockwork. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw the dead angel, and fell out of my chair.