23.07.1973, Tuesday
A heart wrenching scream.
The dark haired girls eyes shot open and closed immediately after stinging white light met her delicate eyes.
'No,no no no! Not again! Not again! Please! '
Ophelia covered her face with her ice cold hands, waiting for her sight to recover from the intruding brightness.
'I don't want to do this again'
After a few seconds had past, she dared to hesitantly let her hands sink back to her lap.
Her gaze was quickly met by a tall man dressed in a white coat, holding a massive construct similar to a belt in his right hand.
"Please stop moving, i'm trying to help you here,darling!", He breathed in a oddly calm voice.
'No. Why now'?But I just got out of here.. ' Her breath hitched.
Panic spread in the pit of her stomach like a virus, taking over her whole body.
She flinched when a rough hand reached for her fragile arms.
"PLEASE stop moving around so much, okay? I'm helping you!"
His voice made Ophelia want to gag right then and there when he kept assuring her that everything was alright.
A warm feeling suddenly appeared on her skin, almost hot, burning.
Her eyes rolled over to that specific spot.
"NO NO DONT DO THAT TO ME Y-YOU CANT TR-TRAN- TRANQUILIZE ME!"
She stuttered over the word she hated so much.
"You are.." The man set the utensil back to the tray next to him, his hands shaking from the loss of control over his own mind, the anticipation.
"GETTING ON MY NERVES YOUNG LADY" He yelled in a high pitched voice, his hands reaching right for her throat. "Now now, open up or-"
He stopped, an inhuman like grin making his eyes glisten with pleasure.
The now white faced girl was struggling to say the least.
Her lungs started to burn like theyve been set on fire and her skin went numb.
' I don't want to die...no i- '
She tripped over a sudden thought so horrifying she would have gasped at her own state of mind if someone didn't squeeze her every last drop of air out of her trembling body
'I-I want to.? Maybe this is my chance to escape from this- No, my mom and my dad they are-! No I wouldn't need to worry about them anymore if I just- I'm too scared what if- No. Let go.'
"Unfortunately, my next patient isn't able to come to his next session so. We've got plenty of time!"
The younger's mind shut down completely as the first sound of metal clacked against her mouth, echoing from the walls through the whole room.
Pain wasn't something her body responded to in this state, not anymore.
Only an empty shell of a body was lying on top of the steel plate, letting the man perform his work on it.
Blood.
That was the only correct word Ophelia was able to think when another pulled out tooth fell to the floor, sullying the whiteness of the tiles with thick red drops as the frantic laugh grew quieter.
Darkness, that was the first thing the young girl saw when she awoke.
A much needed contrast to the bright walls of the room she replayed from her memory.
She slowly raised her sweaty hand from under the covers and placed it over her heart, it was still racing wildly inside her chest.
'What was that? I know I have been in this room before even with this man but..he didn't..do things like that to me, he-'
She halted her tangled thoughts for moment to make out the room she was in.
It didn't really seem familiar to her, it wasn't her room, not her parent's.
Her mother must have brought her here, she thought.
Maybe I am home...
A quick jolt of dull pain went through her spine, moaning quietly the brunette got up from her bed.
Carefully,she swung her feet off the edge of the bed, lowering them onto the soft carpet.
Something was..weird about this room, the loss of sounds, the thick atmosphere.
With a quick flip of the light switch, her room was slowly illuminated by dusty rays coming from the overused light bulb hanging from the yellowed ceiling.
This was much more familiar now, the blue striped curtains, the double post bed, the small white nightstand with a small old fashioned lamp on it.
She definitely was at home.
For some reason her parents let her sleep in her grandmothers room, she must have moved to Ophelia's room then? Maybe because of the memories attached to the girl's room? Maybe they thought it was best for her?
All the struggling, all the arguments, all the crying. It was still locked in there. Ever single emotion of hopelessness.
Ophelia turned to look at her reflection in the mirror next to her bed.
She smiled as she recognized herself standing in a room that wasn't necessary covered in white tiles.
Her hands cautiously found their way under her nightgown, pulling it up to her shoulder blades.
Her smile of false relieve dropped rapidly as her emerald eyes roamed over every single bump of bone on her back.
Indications of red,purple and blue were covering her porcelain skin.
Ophelia let a single nimble fingertip brush over one particularly large mark, she flinched immediately.
With a faint frown on her rosy lips, she quickly got back under the toasty warm covers, murmuring to herself:
"I'm never going back to that place, ever. I would rather die"
She secretly wished she didn't say that out loud.
YOU ARE READING
The Strange Case of Ophelia Cortess
Horror(Originally, this was a project for school but since my teacher was so excited about it i chose to upload it) A short horror story about a little girl and the gruesome discovery she made.
