Reflection Of Her {KNJ}

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6:37 p.m
reflection room
3rd person p.o.v

Blindfolded, a cold-hearted y/n sat in a dark room full of mirrors.  A disappointed look on her face appeared after she realized what was going on. She was about to be forced to look at herself, and she couldn't do anything to stop it, considering the fact that she was tied down.

The nurse came in ready to take off the blindfold. Y/N whispered, "Go to hell filthy bastard."
The blindfold was ripped off, the lights turned brighter, as y/n looked at her slowly panicking figure. One jet Black eye, one blue, with a large gash across the blue eye. She was blind in that eye. Images of her past slowly creeping up in the mirror.

A little insight. She was very much feared. By everyone in the unit. Her heart made of ice, mind made of steel, smarter than you think. You would never catch her lying. She was wayyyy to violent, and she didn't like being joked with. By this time, she was already screaming and kicking, blood trickling out her nose. Her scar, burning. Pain stimulating through her whole right side. Something that never happened before during these tests. She knew something was wrong.

She then felt the blindfold being forced back on her face, her breathing slowing. Her arms were untied and she was lifted up by the nurse. She turned around and punched the nurse in her face, leaving her with a bloody nose. She punched her multiple times, leaving her with a broken nose and a bruised face. The guards came rushing in, harshly pulling y/n away from her. Nurses came to give her assistance, shooting glares at her.

Don't you think walking through the hallways with 5 guards and two nurses was a bit too much? Absolutely not. She was way too dangerous to only be walking with one nurse, and the scene that happened just proved it all.

11:48 p.m
lockdown room
Y/N p.o.v

I sat in the room for quite a long time now. In the inside, it felt like I was being torn apart. It was the first time my nose bled. They do this at least twice a week, but sometimes never, and no process. It makes me laugh a bit, because I know it won't work. But the excruciating pain that shot through my body was something that only happened today. The sound of a lock came from the right side of the room, and then the door opened. Snatched off the padded wall, I was forced to the door.

???: So this is her.
Guard: yep, the most dangerous here.
???: What happened to her? She looks disgusting.
"Your moms a bitch."
Guard: Swear I've had enough of her.
???: Don't worry, she'll have another her tomorrow, boy version. Let's see how they get along.

He harshly pushed me back in the room, shutting the door in the process. The most dumbest 2 second conversation ever. Their footsteps got softer and softer as they left. A boy version of me? Can't be possible. That probably explains the new door they built across from mine. He probably couldn't even feel the way I was feeling to be another "me".

Guards are naive. He hadn't realized he released me from the wall. That means no more chains. I took the blindfold off my face and took a moment to view my surroundings with the one eye I could see with. I don't know why they feel like I should be blindfolded in a room with no mirrors. Maybe they just didn't wanna see my face.

Looks just like it did when I first came here. Just with trays of uneaten food in the corner. They don't allow me to eat in the canteen with the others because of my "regulations". They call me a code black, meaning the worst patient there. And i was the only one. I was a code blue, but they say I was crazier than them. So they made a color special color just for me. I'm SO honored.