"August, honey, stand next to Liam." Dr. Anderson demands, studying her heavy breathing. She gradually makes her way next to him, afraid of what would happen if she didn't follow his order.
He struts over to the shelves, reviling a scalpel in his hands. Striding up to Liam, he grabs ahold of his left wrist to pull up his sleeve. Vertically, he slides the scalpel along his forearm, creating a red slit. Liam doesn't protest nor react. The newly formed cut heals quicker then it was created. A tinted scar takes its place.
As soon as it had healed, August's skin begins to tear. She winces in discomfort as Dr. Anderson yanks her left sleeve up, unveiling a slash on her forearm, crimson running down to her wrist. The cut was identical to the one made on Liam's forearm.
"Extraordinary." Dr. Anderson mutters. "I've created a way of mortality!" He shouts, extending his arms in victory. He marches out the door, locking it behind him.
"What just happened?" Panic takes over August as she examines the bleeding gash on her arm.
"I don't know." Liam mutters, staring down at her arm and then back at his.
"Harry always tests on me. Always cutting and hitting but nothing sticks, they hurt for a second then they're gone." He pulls up his right sleeve up, reviling more scars identical to August's.
"Everything he does to you... transfers to me?" August raises her eyebrows, confusion taking over her emotions.
They both stare at each other, not understanding the situation.
"I really need a bandage, this cut is deep." August winces, changing the subject, her arm still lingering in the air. Liam dashes over to the shelves and pulls out a box full of bandages. He carefully wraps it around her forearm, trying his best not to put her in anymore pain.
"Is that okay?" He secures the bandage, chucking the box to the side.
"It's fine. How are we going to get out of here?" August quarrels, trying to heave the locked door open. Liam rests his hand on her shoulder, indicating her to stop.
"I've been here for 5 years, August. There's no way out." He sighs, dropping his hand back to his side. August frowns in response.
"Of course there's a way! I'm not staying here for the rest of my life."
She turns in his direction. "Don't give up. I doubt you want to stay here any longer." Crossing her arms over her chest, she looks up at him, almost judging his succumb.
Before Liam could reply, the door jiggles open, shoving August to the side once again as Devin Enters. She darts to the door, trying to escape but Devin grips onto her wounded forearm, making her freeze in her tracks in pain.
"Get off of me, you freak!" She squeals as he throws her to the floor while pushing the door shut.
"Don't you dare talk to me like that. Dr. Anderson is my dad and I can get him to hurt you anyway I want. You're vulnerable in this situation, dear." He grins at her splat on the floor.
"This is what I get for trusting people. What happened to the 'you'd love my parents' discussion? You're disgusting." She bites back, picking herself up only to have a hand slither to her throat, closing off her oxygen supply. She tries to peel his fingers away from her neck. "Let... go... please..." she gasps through each breath, gradually becoming harder to.
Loosening his grip, he still had ahold of her neck causing August to inhale sharp breaths from this small chance she gets. He pulls her face up to his.
"You're our pet now. Get some manners." He hisses into her ear with a whispering tone. With that said, he pushes her back into Liam, and leaves the room.
A red mark formed around her neck from Devin's grip.
"Why the hell didn't you help me?" She exclaims, moving away from Liam, smoke flying out of her ears.
"If I did anything he would hurt me too, meaning he would hurt you even more." He enunciates, inching closer to her, trying to calm her down.
"I swear to God I'm not staying in this hell." She saunters to the door and begins to pull at it once again.
"There are rules they place down, August. Rules you have to follow or you get punished. You're not allowed to talk back, You're not allowed to fright back. You are not allowed to escape." Taking ahold of her shoulders, he tries
to knock some sense into her.
She wraps her fingers over his wrists and pushes them away.
"Don't you want to get out of here?" Staring into his hazel eyes, she frowns. The door opens once again as Harry sets foot inside.
"Glad you guys are getting along." He smiles, striding up to Liam. Shoving his fist into his stomach, August stumbles back as she is the one to clutch her belly in agony instead of Liam. A grunt escapes her lips as she kneels down from the pain.
"I hope, Liam, you've told her about the rules we set. Your little argument with Devin will be your last, You hear me?" He turns in her direction, staring down upon her curled up frame. She looks up at him with a frown, nodding to his question. He turns towards the door and rushes out, slamming it as he left.
"August." Liam rubs her back, trying to comfort her. "We'll get you out of here." He sighs. There was a high chance of her ending up in more pain, but it could also lead to their escape. August looks up at his face and nods in salute.
"I know you've probably tried your best at getting out yourself, but what you didn't have for the past 5 years is Me to help you. We'll both get out of here." She smirks, filling Liam's face with hope.
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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...
