Before they go in, August slips into her black pyjama shorts to cover up her bare legs.
They stride into the hospital. It was surprisingly empty, only a little old lady was sat at the front desk.
"Hello ma'am, what can I do for you?" The old lady smiled, August returning one back.
"I'd like to talk with a doctor about a serious condition I have, if it's possible." She replies, eager to finally get her prayers answered.
"Please follow me little lady." She grins while walking off to another room, August trailing behind her. "I'll wait here, August." Devin hollers after her, she gives him a wave goodbye with a grin plastered to her face.
The lady leads her into a room that looked like a regular doctors office.
"Just wait here dear, I'll go get Dr. Anderson." She echoes into the room, stepping out.
"Oh, I didn't catch your name sweetheart." She pops her head back into view.
"August. August Flores." She smiles back, taking a seat on a dark blue chair.
The old lady nods while walking back out into the hallway to fetch Dr. Anderson. She was gone for about a minute, then returns with a tall, male, doctor.
"Hello Miss Flores, I'm Harry Anderson. You'd like to see me?" He strides in while staring into her emerald eyes, taking the seat opposite her.
"I've been having this for 5 years now..." she mumbles, while lifting up her leg to show the Doctor her wounds. "These cuts and bruises appear on my skin on a daily bases, even when I'm not doing anything to harm myself." She professes.
Harry smirks and rummages around his messy desk and pulls out a pointed syringe. August gawks in it's direction with wide eyes.
"We've been looking for you everywhere, seems like you came to us." He chuckles. August immediately tries to get up onto her feet. Dr. Anderson grabs her shoulder with his free hand, pushing her down viciously with a heavy force. She yelps in pain as he injects her with the serum from the syringe.
The room is devoured by the shadows as she slowly falls into unconsciousness.
Dim lighting takes over August's sight as she flutters her eyes open to look up at a filthy ceiling. She sits up from her laying position on the greasy floor to examine the metal walls trapping her in. Her eyes land on a metal door to the left. Without thinking, she rushes up and attempts to jerk the door open.
"I've tried that many times before, it will never work." A chuckle from behind her breaks her out of her hypnosis. Turning around in terror,
"Where am I?" is all that she clamours at the shadowed figure.
"Welcome to hell." He steps into the single dim light hanging from the ceiling.
He had matted, dark brown hair and a messy stubble.
"Why am I here?" Rage filling her mouth as she takes a step closer into the light. He stares down at her with wide eyes.
"Your scars." He mutters, stepping closer to grab ahold of her arms to examine them. He was about to speak when the metal door flies open, allowing a ray of light to fill the shadowed room.
"Both of you, follow. Now!" A man with a doctors jacket demands with a stern tone. The other man lets go of August and quicken his pace to the door, staring back at Her, still stuck to the spot. The doctor strides to her side clutching onto her forearm and pulling her up to his face. "I don't care if your new or not, you follow orders." He spits in her face while shaking her violently. He begins to heave her towards the door still clasping onto her forearm.
They get taken through what looked like a massive scientists lab. August gets hauled, tripping over her own feet, towards a door that lead to a small room with 2 chairs, chemicals on shelves and other equipment. The Doctor shoves August to the floor.
Scrambling on the marble floor, she spins upwards to glare back at him. "Next time, follow orders." He scowls down at her still figure with disgust. Leaving the room, he slams the door shut.
"Hey, are you alright?" The other man kneels down to pull her back up. August swats his hands way.
"No, I'm not alright. I've been kidnapped and harassed. I want to know, Where am I? Who are you? Why am I here!" She musters through all her emotions to spit at his face.
"Welcome to Markindale's insane asylum. I'm Liam Nate, and we are their new lab rats." He grins while staring down at August. Her eyes start to water.
"Why are you smiling? That's nothing to laugh about!" She howls in his direction. Here eyes suddenly became wide. "Wait, Devin's here. He could call someone!" She caught herself onto her feet and marched to the locked door. "Devin! Devin help!" She shouts through the tiny glass window on the door.
"Stop. Stop woman, your going to get us in trouble." He grabs ahold of her forearm and tows her towards him.
"Get off of me!" She snaps trying to tear off the hand glued to her, to no avail.
"Are you taking about Devin? As in Devin Anderson?" He stares into her eyes in sorrow while loosening his grasp on her arm.
August's mood changes. She slumps her back against the door and slides down onto the floor, her knees tuck into her chest. "He's that doctors son. He brought me here on purpose, didn't he?" She mutters, more to herself then Liam. He sits, cross legged, opposite her to keep her company.
"What's your name?" He offers her a soft smile. August stares back with no emotion.
"I'm August Flores." She weakly returns the smile.
"Why are you here, August?" He questions curiously.
The metal door screeches open. Thrusting August to the side, as if she was a rag doll, in the process. She quickly pulls herself up to see who was entering.
"Hello, my beautiful rats." Dr. Anderson smirks while striding along inside, shutting the door behind him.
"Ready for some tests?" A mischievous grin creeps onto his lips as he stares down at the intimidated pair.
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Broken Minds
Mystery / Thriller"Let's end your suffering." • • • 19 year old August Flores was left on her own when her parents decided to commit suicide over her. She would only ever talk to her roommate Olivia and her diary. Cuts and bruises occasionally appeared on her body, l...
