What about me? (Jeffmads SuperPower AU)

"you have to report to the cafeteria. Or he'll hurt you."

Madison POV

I rocked back and forth on the terribly uncomfortable concrete floor, sobbing. I've had three panic attacks, two coughing fit, and I've already thrown up once. My throat burned from my screaming and I was constantly turning visible and invisible, back and fourth, giving me a headache. I wanted to go home... I wanted to leave... I wanted someone to wrap their arm around me and whisper 'everything's gonna be okay.' even though everything is not okay.  

The chained door opened, making me jump, and a loud voice boomed over some loud speaker.

"Attention students. Report to the cafeteria for breakfast." I shook my head, knowing I;d be unable to eat. I couldn't eat. Not now. Something- no -someone appeared in the doorway. A sudden cold draft filled the room. I shivered and backed up into a corner, my arms going invisible.  

"Hey.... It's okay. We won't hurt you." We? Oh. There was someone behind the first person. I shivered again. "My name is Peggy, this is Maria, whats your name?" Peggy? Maria? I recognize their names, especially Maria. I couldn't talk, or respond. I was frozen, broken, terrified. I wanted them to go away, leave me alone. 

"Don't feel like talking huh? That's okay. I assume you don't want to eat either?" Peggy concluded. I nodded, she made a face and sighed. "You don't have to eat, but you have to report to the cafeteria. Or he'll hurt you." I shook my head again, Peggy's expression changed from soft to worried. The room grew colder and ice swarmed over her feet. "Please, come with us!" Peggy pleaded, Maria, who was biting her lip the whole time gave me a sad look, and took Peggy's arm. 

"We have to go Pegs, He'll be okay. He'll learn." Maria said, Peggy blinked a few tears out of her eyes and nodded. "Let's go." Maria led Peggy out the door. I let out a breath I didn't realize I was holding in and tried my best to stand up, ultimately failing and falling back on my knees. i let out a quiet sob and just stayed on the ground. 

I want to go home.

--Time Skip to a few min--

Someone began walking down the hall, I cold hear their footsteps. I stilled, trying to turn myself invisible, but I couldn't. I was thinking of too much. Oh god I'm gonna die alone. The person stopped outside my cell. I froze, fear rushing through me like water through a straw.   

"Why are you not in the cafeteria?" They asked in a high distorted voice. I opened my mouth to speak. But nothing came out. She frowned and walking into my room, pulling me up roughly by my arm. "Fine. To the room it is for you." I screamed, but she clamped a muting face mask on me. Tears streamed down my cheeks. 

She tossed me into a padded pitch black room. Someone else was in here. A loud sound cracked and sharp pain flew up my back... a whip I screeched as lout as I could into the mute, tears fell at a faster rate as the pain fell over me over, and over, and over again until my back was covered in blood and scars. 

The whipping didn't stop until my back was completely covered in the  warm red substance. I feel onto my hands and knees, coughing and painfully filling my lungs with air. The lady who brought me into this torturous place picked me up bridal style and carried me back to my room.

"My my, you don't have a mattress in here, do you. I'll fix that!" She exclaimed, turning around and leaving me in a freezing concrete cell. My blood was pooling at my feet, and every time I tried to move, a sudden wave of nausea overcame me. I leaned sideways against the wall. Using the last of my strength to wash up the wound with my water. It stung terribly, but they weren't going to help me, this was the best I could for now. The lady came back with a worn mattress and set it on the cold concrete.

"Here you go!" She exclaimed happily, picking me up again and dropping me down on the... is this even considered a bed? Probably not. The mattress. She left again, and I began to sob. Everything hurt, everything burned. I wish I had listened to Peggy and Maria. I wish I hadn't gotten mad at Thomas. I wish I could Just. Go. Home.