I've been lying here for days, going in and out of consciousness. They've been feeding me through a tube in my arm. The strange woman is the only human contact I've had. I think I've forgotten how to speak by now. Every time the woman comes in here she takes something from me. Sometimes it's something easy, like spit or hair. Other times it's like the first day, stealing my bone marrow or taking my blood. The only company I have are my thoughts.
I think a lot these days. I think about Casper and the purple-haired girl. I think about Bianca. I think about my mom. I think about how Andrew betrayed me. That memory is especially painful because I truly trusted him, which is ridiculous of me. I haven't dreamed or heard from the strange British man.
Since that first day, I have noticed more things about my surroundings. There's a mirror covering the far wall. The other walls are off-white and there are cabinets along the wall opposite the mirror wall. I'm sure the cabinets hold all sorts of things to torture me for the remainder of my life. Along one of the walls is a panel that is used as the door to enter my torture chamber.
Every now and then I think about what everyone is doing at the same moment. I quickly lose my train of thought. It's almost like they don't want me to think about anything too long or even at all. I usually relive my last days as a high school student, studying with Bianca and waking up too early to function. I never think about the mind blasts or my own transformation. That's too difficult for my heart to handle.
YOU ARE READING
Revealed.
FanfictionNormal by definition includes routine. Wake up, go to school, do your work, repeat. Scarlet Sander's routine shifts when she notices a change in herself, in what she can do. She convinces herself that she must be going crazy, but it's the job of cer...
