This place wasn't like the others-no; this-this was different then the rest. At least, for the "freaks" like us. When they first set off the alarms, we were just getting out of our pristine white cells. Compared to the other kids, I always reacted badly to it-I could never explain why at the time. Those shrieking tones were like bombs between my ears. The other girls in my section could easily shake off the disorientation and nausea like the cold sweat that slid down their foreheads. But me? Days, sometimes weeks would pass before I could piece myself back together. Though this time was different. It should have been the same, but it wasn't. Like always, no one really knew who, or what had happened to provoke such a punishment. We were working in the labs, sorting multiple chemicals and replacing them with dangerous acids, then right after we were to scrub the floors till our reflection stared back. My hands ached as l continuously scrubbed at the tiled floor, grunting when my arms buckled from under me. I remember hearing the girls from the building close by us screaming, then only minutes after; the alarms blared into the world around us-into our heads. Pain. Thats the only word best suited to describe how I felt once those blood piercing cries resurfaced into my brain. My head pulsed to the sound of thumping feet of the girls who could still walk; while I stayed in a fetal position watching as they go by. My vision was slowly fading-I remember being lifted off the ground before I blacked out completely. •-----------------------------------------------------------------• It felt like hours had passed before my consciousness returned. My eyes blinked rapidly at the flickering lights that surrounded me; the world appeared fogged and blurred. When my eyes began to adjust they widened in fear. I wasn't in my hospital chambers anymore.
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