𝚂𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚎𝚜 𝙸 ♡ (ᵗᵐⁿᵗ '14) 𝙱𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝟷 ❪✓❫

04 || 𝐆𝐎𝐋𝐃𝐄𝐍 𝐇𝐎𝐏𝐄

Rosita's Memories

When they took me against my will, promising on my own grave, I knew I was going to die. But I didn't think I would die...this way. Losing everything.

I felt ashamed to be fooled by these men dressed in black leather.

Now, I'm stuck in this glass cage. I get to watch Foot Soldiers walk by without a care in the world. And I'm on the other side of the glass getting to witness their duties as wicked men.

F*ck! Why can't I just go home?! I would rather be doing stupid chemistry homework, flirting with dumb boys, eating all of the junk food in the kitchen, and just being a normal teenager!

Yeah, things are supposed to be complicated, but not this complicated! It hurts me to know that I will never see my loved ones again. I won't ever meet the love of my life, I won't grow old, and I'll never have a family.

Oh my God! I was planning to go to college, I wanted to get my career, and everything was going to be all hunky-dory. I've always wanted to live outside of the city with a ton of farm animals, drinking my coffee and snacking on pizza bites...

But apparently, things had to go sideways. Now I'm stuck in here not knowing if I'm going to die, or if I'm lucky, I'll be let go.

I seriously can't believe it. I'm a victim. I am a victim of Eric Sacks... I don't know what he's gonna do with me, but I know that I despise this man with a passion.

The second I was placed on that laboratory table, feeling those restraints suffocate my ankles and wrists, I have never been so afraid in my entire life. The tubes and cords on my body-- what the hell?! The horror I experienced, I fear that I'm never going to these nightmares out of my head. If Sacks changed his mind, I would be living with these memories forever. I would have to live with his face stuck inside my head.

I can smell everything in this disgusting place he called a laboratory. It's not even a laboratory, it's a torture chamber. That's what it looks like to me! All of the scientists are wearing lab coats, wearing masks and all I see are their soulless eyes staring at me.

I can hear myself screaming, crying, begging for the unbearable pain to stop. No matter how much effort I put into fighting, I couldn't get any air back in my lungs!

Everything in front of me is blurry and all I can see are the body shapes of scientists, and the bright light blinding me.

My hearing is muffled, and I can't make out any words that are said around me.

And before I knew it, my tunnel vision became blank and I heard nothing-- there wasn't a whisper. No voices of any kind.

My senses are not working.

I... I can't see, hear, or feel anything. What... what happened? What did Sacks do to me?

Oh, no... I don't remember my name! How do I not remember my name?! Who--who am I?

What...

...I.

It's just silent and empty in my mind.

Little by little, every thought, every memory and piece of my personality dissolved into dust.

I don't understand what's going on. It's like I never existed.

Nothing is left.

My head is expressionless.

It's all empty...

Whoever I was, is gone.

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Today

April O'Neil and Vernon Fenwick shared a few hours together downtown, drinking coffee and eating a few blueberry muffins. The reporter hardly touched her sweet bread and chose to gaze outside through the window to watch the busy New York traffic. "Rose likes chocolate muffins."