"Wipe her..." a stern voice ordered.
The dream was so vivid, so real.
"She isn't cooperating..."
The dream was based off that one time, I know it is.
"...Should we put her in lock up?"
"Wipe her." the same stern voice echoed, more loudly this time.
My mouth opened to speak, to speak without command. "...But... I don't want to forget anything..."
They looked at me wide-eyed; their breathing stopped, as if they are breathing in dust and it was clogging up their lungs. It was deathly silent, the white facility walls, springy beds that creaked with every little movement, everything was strikingly similar but different like the colors black and white.
I sniffled and shielded my face with my hands, beginning to weep. "I don't- I don't! I don't want to forget!"
It was as if I knew what expressions held on their face, scared, horrified. A loud scream echoed through my ears, a scream that was not from me, the screaming seemed to come from a woman.
I went on with my sobbing, shrieking, "I DON'T WANT TO FORGET!"
The sound of glass shattering echoed through my head, the light was gone and only the dark.
White-gloved hands reach out from the darkness and engulfed me, pulling me into the void, my screams were muffled and unheard. I screamed for help, struggling out of the gloved hands which seemed not to be attached to anything.
I squeezed my eyes shut, blinking open and shutting them repeatedly. I escaped my dream, but I escaped too late.
My eyes slowly opened, a state of drowsiness washes over me and I noticed how I was crying because of how wet my pillow was. I wiped them away, sniffling.
When I think about the nightmare I suddenly can't remember much about it.
A jolt of terror went through my chest so suddenly, my whole body began to shiver. I cowered and hugged my knees, pulling the covers up to my nose. Instinctively, I felt for the knife under my pillow, but I felt nothing.
I didn't put a knife under my pillow because I trusted myself to not rely on it, and now I needed it more than I realize. I curled into a ball and began to breathe in and out heavily. Nightmares were nothing new, but they always seem to scare me. In times like these people said to stand strong, forget about it all, they make it seem easier than it really is.
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As if the month of May couldn't get more shocking and complicated, it did.
First, it was the masked spider hero in Queens, then it was the Sokovia Accords, and now it was the bombing at the Vienna International Centre for the signing of the Sokovia Accords. Great. All of a sudden in a month, the world is changing, again.
My attention was alerted when the doorbell rang, chiming three times in different keys, I set down the skinny paintbrush and checked the leaves I painted before getting up from my seat at the dining room table. Mom got to the door before me and slid open the lock and chain. I paused in my steps and waited for mom to open the door.
"Oh, hello there!" Mom gasped, surprise and shock lacing her tone. "You're Tony Stark! What a surprise."
Oh shit.
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APODEMIA ➣ ||P. PARKER||
Fanfiction(Discontinued) ❝No matter who saves me, who helps me, I will just remain as a weapon, and the same goes for you.❞ A girl, whose parents both worked as HYDRA scientists dragged her into a newly formed program of HYDRA: the Rebirth Program. She...
