Chapter six- Brainwash beginning

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Chapter six

*warning: mild abuse content and death. Well there is mostly death in this book*

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Ciara's pov

"That friend of yours sure is feisty." The letterman comments.

I remember all that Z

.ara told me yesterday. They can't find out we used I be friends.

"She's not my friend." I reply.

"Enemy?" He asks.

"No. Just a person." I said shrugging my shoulders.

Keep it cool. Keep it Cool.

"Why is she so mad?" He asked.

Dang this guy and his questions.

"I don't know. She's just like that I guess. Cold." I tell him.

With that we stay quiet.

He guides me towards a black hall.

Suddenly he disappeared from in front of me.

I heard distant voices. Then cries

My mother's cries.

I started to break down when suddenly I felt Someone pick me up and carry me away.

I fought but the person was too strong.

Finally I was out down in a middle chair. I was strapped to it and could hardly move.

The man put a big helmet on my head. I tried shaking it off but it didn't go.

The lights suddenly turned on. Everything was white. I felt rain start falling on me. More and more rain came.

Suddenly my mum appeared in from of me. My step dad next to her.

How the hell did they find out.

My step dad took out a gun and started hitting my mum over and over again.

"No! No!!" I screamed but each time I screamed he hit my mum harder.

My mum fell down with each hit. When she was finally on the floor my step dad walked up to me. He raised the gun up and hit me with it across my face.

I screamed in agony. The burn across my face. Tears poured out uncontrollably.

He raised it again. I flinched thinking he we going to hit me again but he didn't he said to me, "kill her. Kill her. Kill her."

I shook my head no. I couldn't.

"Do it!!!" He screamed.

He then put the gun in my hands.

I held the gun up and pulled the trigger.

Sorry mum.

Suddenly the light turned off. Only one spotlight turned on. In it my baby sister.

"Ana?" I asked my baby sister of only two years of age.

"Kill. Kill.kill.kill." She started chanting in a deep, distorted voice.

With each chant she grew bigger, and bigger and bigger.

She started to change colour. From pink, to blue, till finally teal.

She grew a five more arms, well tentacles.

With time she picked me up.

"Ana!ana!! Leave me alone!!" I screamed.

She roared at me as she dropped me.

I felt the air rush out of me as I neared the floor.

"Boom!" I couldn't fell my arms, legs, nothing.

I just laid there. Cold. And without moving.

Dead.

I closed my eyes then a loud noise made my eyes open.

I was now standing up in a dark hall.

I couldn't fell any of the pain I felt below.

"Let's go. " I heard the letterman call out to me.

Shaking we walked out.

Life will never be the same for me. Even though it was dream, nightmare whatever that was it felt so real. Was it real? I already knew the answer to that.

It was real.

I just couldn't believe I killed my own mum. The my little baby sister turned to a huge monster.

Couldn't believe it.

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When I got home it was empty. Where were they? I walked into the kitchen and opened the fridge. I took out a bottle of water and went back to the living room.

I turned on the t.v.

Suddenly the picture of Monroe is on t.v. They start talking about how he saved us, and blah, blah, blah.

I started to cry at that moment for no reason. Then I got angry. I got the water bottle and threw it at the wall. I started flipping the sofa over. I rushed into the room I got my bag and found the picture of me with my family. I then started ripping it up.

They are dead to me.

I killed my own mum.

Life is horrible.

Kill.

Kill.

Kill all.

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Hope you enjoyed it. Well I know it's a bit harsh and stuff but beat with me here. It'll get more light hearted but these things need to happen to build up the story.

-dani

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