Torn (Second Series) {Completed}

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Dr Hamilton walks into my room again and looks at me.

"We need to take you to a different room." He says. "Sir," He looks at Thomas. "You may leave now." It was more of a demand than a comment.

Thomas nods and looks at me while standing up. His face shows fear.

He leaves the room and Dr Hamilton starts talking.

"Hide your wings we have to go out in the hallway." He demands.

I nod quickly and slip my shirt and hoodie back on, tucking my wings under.

I start to get off of the bed but Dr Hamilton grabs my wrist deathly tight and yanked me off himself.

He dragged me out into the hallway and I could already tell that shit was about to hit the fan.

He let go of my wrist and I looked down at it.

Damn... He already bruised it.

I followed Dr Hamilton down the hallway all the way to room number 14.

He opened the door and shoved me forcefully into the room then left.

The room was dimly lit and it smelled like something was rotting.

By all the things that just happened, I'm guessing that's the smell of either dead animals or dead humans.

I gag at the thought and just pretend like the smell isn't there.

There aren't any chairs for guests inside of here and there's a picture of a monkey smiling with the words 'ALWAYS SMILE' printed at the bottom.

That's unsettling...

I walk over to the bed and sit on it. I hear the crinkle of paper and I stand up again.

I lift up the blanket that's sitting atop the bed and I see a small yellow sticky note. It has blood stains on it and I gag once more.

I pick up the sticky note where there isn't any blood and read it.

If you're in this room; you're fucked.

If you get a chance to escape, take it and leave. You need to run as fast as you can and call 911 if possible.

If you have any electronics, get help immediately. These people will tear you up. They'll mess up your mental state and they'll mess up your body.

They like to punch, kick, cut, stab, etc.

I'm running out of space now, but basically, these people are just messed up 'doctors' that abuse you, especially if you have something unique about yourself.

Hope you can escape.
-Connor Murphy
June 23, 2019

All of the letters were really tiny and hard to see, but I still got the message.

I hid the note for someone else to find and thought about it.

'June 23, 2019'? That was only a week ago. I hope that this 'Connor' person is ok.

It sucks that I forgot my phone at the house. It would be helpful right now, considering the note.

I sigh and wait for whoever to walk in here.

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Word count: 494

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