*Flashback*
"Please no more," I beg as I'm strapped to the chair once more. I couldn't even fight back, I was already so weak.
"Try not to scream so much this time, Lillian was complaining yesterday about it," my father says as he tightens the straps.
"Please don't," I whisper as tears begin to flow down.
"You should be proud I'm using you as my specimen, oh I'll be the king of science when this works," he mumbles as he brings out the injections. I begin to struggle.
"Stay still!" He yells as picks up the injection with the blue fluid.
"No don't please!" I cry. He doesn't listen.
"Happy birthday to you," he sings quietly as the liquid is injected in me. This has been my life for 6 now. It was all good when mom was alive I think; I can barely remember. She died when I was 5. As the liquid goes through my body I feel the pain take over. I struggle to get out.
"Last one," he says as he injects the red liquid now. It felt as if my insides were being burnt.
"I said not to yell!" My dad growls. I shut my mouth and try not to scream from the intense pain.
"Good girl," he sneers. He unstraps and puts me back into the small storage space in the basement that was considered my room, shutting the door afterwards. I need this pain to end. I look around for something, anything. There was only the quilt though. Before when I was given food I'd use the plastic knife to try to end the pain. But he found out and took that away. So I got creative and tried to slam myself into the wall hard enough, that didn't work either.
"Please just let me die," I whisper. The pain suddenly stops and I gasp at the cool feeling rush over. I sigh and wipe the sweat off my face.
"Or let them die," I mumble at the new feeling of anger. Right now I hoped they all burned to death. I've done nothing to them or anyone. My thoughts are interrupted as I hear screaming upstairs and thudding. The door opens to reveal my so called sister.
"Help me!" She yells. I slowly get up and face her.
"With what?" I ask.
"The house, it's on fire!" She yells. Before I could say anything she takes my hand and pulls me up the stairs. When she opens the door the heat hits me, but it wasn't that bad.
"Where is your dad?" I ask.
"He....he caught on fire," Lillian chokes.
"Serves him right," I mumble, but over the blazing flame she doesn't hear me. The fire was spreading fast but around me it was slow.
"The door," she whispers and runs towards it. She let's go of my hand and dashes. It was a clear pathway like the flame was avoiding it, like a magnet avoiding similar poles. But when she reaches the door handle the flame grows, swallowing her.
"W-what?" I whisper. She immediately begins to cry and beg me to help, or I think she does. Everything was a haze, the sounds all blurring together. Everything was just...muffled. And as quickly as she was eaten by the flames, she was gone; no ashes or remains. The fire slowly begins to kindle away from the door, making the pathway it had before.
"Oh god," I whisper as I slowly inch myself towards the door. It seemed like the closer I went to the flame the more it avoided me. I grab the cool handle and run out.
"I must be hallucinating from the smoke," I tell myself. I run a safe distance away and watch the house burn down. No one lived near us, no one would hear, and no one will see.
"Free....I'm free," I gasp. Finally I was free. There was, surprisingly, no regret in me. Just a bit of guilt. As if I caused it.
"Help," I mumble. I have to get help. I run to the road and pick a direction and just run till I see a house in view. I slam the door, out of breath. The door opens by a woman with kind eyes.
"Oh my, dear there's a little girl!" She yells. Soon a man comes down and gasps at my sight.
"Are-are you ok?" He asks, grabbing my shoulders lightly.
"House...fire...dad and sister...dead," I mumble out as my vision blacks.
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Loving Lies
FanfictionBoth have a past they don't like. She was tortured and he was neglected. But when the God of Mischief has to be held captive in her home she can't help be curious. She's one of the few who shows kindness to the misunderstood God; not caring that the...