My Promise

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Abigail paced around the small padded room. She gripped at her now shorter hair as she trying hard not to cry out. On the small little cot was the straight jacket. She took a deep breath as she pulled on her hair. They cut it off a while ago but she missed it, it was like her identity to her.

"Shush, please, stop talking." Abigail hit the side of her head with her other hand as she crouched down. "I don't want to hear it, please, SHUT UP!" She yelled.

She looked into the corner of her room and saw one of her past lives giving her a pitied look. She held her hands to her chest as she let out a throat-ripping scream at them and fell forward to her knees. She gripped her hair as tight as she could. She finally let the tears run down her face as she breathes, burning from the tears mixed with bits of blood, running down her throat.

The door opened, two nurses and a doctor walked in with a cart. On the cart was a pitcher of warm milk and a funnel attached to a very thin tube that was around three foot long. Another nurse with a chair came in. The chair had straps to the chair on the armrest, legs, and body.

Abigail quickly made for the open door but was grabbed by the doctor and one of the nurses. She let out a horrified scream as the dragged her to the chair. She cried and pushed them off of her but failed at the lack of energy. They strapped her to the chair and held her head at an angle. She started to cry as she pulled on the restaurants. She let out a gasp as she was breathing hard from the fear coursing through her body.

"Miss Ridgewell, I have told you before, if you do not eat, then we will force you to eat." The doctor said as he picked up the funnel and tube.

The other nurse helped the doctor slowly pushed the tube in her right nostril, the tube stretching the hole. Abigail let out a scream of pain as she felt the tube run down her throat. She started to choke on it but the nurses ignored her. One of the nurses held the funnel up and the middle of the tube as the other one started to pour the milk in.

The feeling of the warm liquid flowing down her throat made her jump and start to thrash around.

"Miss. Ridgewell, calm down." The doctor said as he held her shoulders.

Abigail was able to free one of her feet and kicked the pitcher out of the nurse's hand. They took the tube out of her nose and put it back on the cart. Abigail started to heave after finally being able to breathe properly. The nurse unstrapped her and Abigail fell to the ground. Abigail turns on her back as she started to cough violently. The nurses came back and put her back in her straight jacket. After the three nurses left, she was alone with the doctor.

"Now, Miss. Ridgewell, we have made your something new to use instead of the useless jacket, is that you keep escaping. We are deciding to chain you up."

"Li-like, a, a dog?" She asked in a raspy breath.

"Hmm, your still can talk, even after all that screaming. I thought you forgot." He wrote it down. "But yes. We will be doing a surgery on you that day so you won't run."

He turned and left the room. Abigail let out a noise of disbelief. She felt more tears run down her face as she tried to breathe normally. The buckles on her back were being unstrapped. She looked behind her and saw the man that was in the corner unstrapping her. Once the jackets slid off her skinny arms, she wrapped herself up.

"Manaba."

"I'm not Manaba, I'm Abigail." She cried quietly.

"Abigail. Please let The WindMaker in, if you do you would be able to leave this place and make everyone pay."

"Go away." She choked on her tears.