After what seemed like an eternity, Dr. Rohsea tells me for probably the fifth time that we've got one more test left.
"Okay last one. And I mean it this time. After this well move onto the machine and scan you." I nod, once again.
She stands up and grabs a long metal tool and a small plastic bag. She walks back over and tells me to roll onto my back. Don't know why, but I'm not liking how this is going. I here the bag opening and a small click. I'm guessing from the metal device?
Just as I'm about to speak I feel a terrible shot of pain in the back of my neck. I try to lift my head up to touch it but she places her arm on top of mine stoping it from going anywhere but where it's at. I look below me and see four drops of blood.
Is that from me?
"Wai-" she puts her hand down on the side of my head and the pain shifts into a burning sensation.
"Okay, we're all done. I'm now going to have you lie on your back so we can get you back to your parents." I slowly get up and place my hand on the back of my neck and feel rough hot skin. Whatever she did I don't like it and wish to go home.
"When will I go home?" I ask in an annoyed tone.
"After you answer a few questions." She says calmly.
I silently nod and take my hand from my next and fold it in my lap.
"Okay, lets begin."

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A Far Cry from Normal
Ficção AdolescenteClark Elizabeth Ailen once was a young cheerful girl before it all went down. After being kidnapped on her 8th birthday and forced to live in a facility for 10 years changed her view of the world and everyone around her. She fought everyday wanting...