Flying Free [The Remake]

Flying Free [The Remake]

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This is not the original Flying Free from my first account, but this one is way better. I'll be keeping up as long as if people actually give me feedback. I like to know when people like something. It encourages me to write more. [Description NOT from actual text in book] Strapped down in a dark room. Shadows looming over me, speaking in hushed whispers. Maybe they were just the voices in my head. At least, that's what I thought. After a while of hearing the shuffling and conversations around me though, I finally knew that this was all real. I frantically try the restrains. It was hopeless. "Scalpel." A bright light blinds me and I see a small surgical knife being passed. Oh god, were they going to operate on me? A mask is secured into my face, a needle stings my skin, I fall asleep. The last thing I hear is the heart rate monitor beeping faster. I wake up, hanging the things on my head against the bed. I retract my steps to where I am now. Walking home from party. Man grabs me. Throws me in his car. I wake up on an operating table. Pass out again. And now I'm here. I groan at the pain on my head. What the hell did they do to me? I struggle in my bed. I want to go home. To be with my family. "You're awake." A slightly scratchy voice announces. I remain still, too scared to move. A hand brushes across my face and to the things on my head. "They look so good. I'd say this is a job well done." A job well done? "What are they?" I squeak. Chuckles echo through the room. "Go see for yourself." I can finally move freely. Being stupid, I don't run. I make my way around with the help of the person. They guide me to a new room and flick on the lights. There we were, staring in a mirror. I didn't recognize the girl staring back at me. The girl I knew did not have horns sticking out of her head. I crash to the ground and burst into sobs. I fear at the horns and scratch at them. If only they would go away.
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He once told me no one knows the real him.I didn't think he meant it, and not in a good way. He is a straight A student, and everyone knows it, not to mention he is on the swim team. All that though isn't the real him, the real him hides deep within himself. ---------- "Can you please tell me what that was?" I nearly shout at him. All I get is silence. He keeps his back to me. "Please, I need some explanation." I beg. I stay still as he stops dead in his tracks. His body is tense and it's scarring me. He turns around slowly to face me with his hands at his sides. His eyes meet mine, but there is no spark of any emotion in them. They are cold and dark making me look away not being able to hold his deadly stare. I feel uneasy under his gaze, and i feel his eyes burning a hole in the side of my face. "No, I won't explain because it's not important." He says in a low, almost, growl. I flinch and look back into his eyes. I feel hurt by his words and I don't know why, but I know he sees it in my eyes. His faces flashes with regret but it's quickly covered up with his faces going back to it's hard cold look. I feel my heart stop and my face go pale. His look terrified me making me hold my breath. "Breath." He orders. I start to breathe again and just blink at him. "Now go." He orders me again. I flinch involuntarily at his tone and jump back slightly. "Please don't let me walk home alone." I beg in a quiet voice, looking down at my feet. The next thing I see are his black combat boots right in front of my shoes. I look up into his eyes and he looks down into mine confusion written all over his face. "How come you aren't running yet?" He questions searching my eyes. "I just can't walk home alone, please I'm scared." I hear him chuckle. "You aren't afraid of me? What can possibly be scarier than me?" He asks. "Well, I know you will keep me safe." "Why is that?" He questions raising an eyebrow at me. "You haven't hurt me." "Yet." He mutters, but I roll my eyes.

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