𝙽𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚜

Past life?

*I'll post cuz why not?

Dragging my body out of that room I can't help but feel helpless. She was me? Who was me? The nameless girl? The story in my head, is that her story? Is that my past life?

My head feels dizzy all of a sudden and I can't think properly. The horrible pained feeling in my stomach intensifies. I can't believe I'm the cause of my friends deaths, they got killed because of me. And now I have to free poor lost souls? How am I supposed to do that?

The room begins to spin and I drop on my knees. The horrible feeling in my stomach seems to ride up my throat and all my food contents are coming out. My hands are placed palm first on the ground as everything in my body flows out. So much at the same time water flows down my face.

My stomach felt like it was twisting itself within. Like it was being crushed by a drill. I don't care at the moment. I'm grieving about my friends deaths that was because of me. Hell I believe all this shit. Suddenly it felt worse my stomach felt worser. (A/n: worser than period cramps and those hurt like a bitch)

My eyes were blurred from the tears but I could see the red liquid collecting on the floor. The pain was unbearable and before I know it I'm in a mist of darkness. No, NOO
not this again.

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~I'm sorry~
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"DONT" it was the first time she spoke. It shocked everyone in the room. Even herself, she wasn't gonna let him go not like all of them did.

She was clutching onto the crying little boys shirt as they were trying to take him away. Hasn't he gone through enough- she though. Losing a mother to these treacherous people hurt and to know it's You next must feel worse.

No, this was the first time 10 year old spoke. Fought for someone. His sobs hurt her heart more. She wasn't heartless like them. His mother was nice enough to her than her father. Loosing her hurt the girl but the boys pain was undeniable.

One of the nurses moved to remove her hand from the boy but she was clutching it so hard her knuckles turned white. The others could only look at them sadly. The nurses highly annoyed that she was stalling their job.

"Listen here you pathetic little thing, if you don't let go I'm going to have to chop of your hands" Looking up she saw a woman walking over to her with a large pair of scissors. A large smirk dangling on her face. The poor people who were forced here aren't the insane ones, they are. Her hands still refused to let go as she spoke.

"Please he's only a little boy. Don't kill him, he has a lot to live for" her words came out strong and fierce but the nurses seems very displeased with it but the head boss spoke.

"We won't kill him, we are gonna teach him a lesson" the older male moves closer and forcefully pulled my hands away. And before I could blink the boy was gone from my sight. The large hand still on mine like he thinks I'm gonna run after him, no I know better, if I run after him it will be worser for the boy and I don't want that.

The boss throws me down on the floor however I'm not able to get up. The impact was hard against my chest and head that it made me woozy. I was used to this treatment damn right it hurts but I always pull through.

They always tortured us, it is fun for them hurting a small little boy that could barley understand what he did wrong. My body is still in good shape in comparison to all the others and yet I'm the one who ran away the most.

The boy returns and the girl runs over to him without looking at his face and hugs him. She couldn't see what the boys been through but nonetheless he hugs back. She doesn't understand how they could just do this.

Letting him go she bends down to look at him she's not even surprised, he has received one of the similar punishments. Her eyes full tears as she felt a pang in her heart. These people don't have one to do something like this to a little boy and right after they killed his mother.

The boys eyes were gone. The rest took a step back but she didn't she was bent down in front of him her gaze not tearing away from the boy. His mouth looked bitten as blood was dribbling down from it. They couldn't even bother to clean it other than his sockets that was washed but redness erupted around the insides making it look to be swollen. The boy spoke his voice cracking out.

"I-I can-t s-see" He brings his hands up to touch his eyes but the girl grabs them instead making a tisk noise.

"Don't" that was all she said. His body shook with force as he realized what punishment he's been given. The girl only looks at the boy fondly he looks nicer in comparison to the other people who got the same punishment. And with a soothing voice she added.

"Don't worry. You'll get out of here, I promise, your gonna be safe in the end even if they kill me I'll come back to life and bring you to safety. I'll bring all of them to safety, your mommy and daddy and even the nice little boys you talk to" She was referring to the boys who were standing far away, scared of the said boy.

"You will be safe I promise" the boy only nodded at her as he moved on the floor as he pulled into the little girls embrace. The girl sighed as she caressed the boys hair carefully in a way that didn't touch his delicate rim of his eyes. He gaze landing on a large mirror. Everyone was standing about a foot away from them.

Her eyes wanders to herself. A brunette with long disheveled hair. Light brown eyes, pale skin an array of freckles spread under her eyes like glitter. An unexplainable scar tugging her skin from the corner of her eye to the end of her jaw. She looked at herself like it's the last time she'll see this face.

Even if she had to come back alive and save them she will.