Child 13

Child 13

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Stranger Things
I open my eyes and immediately close them, the lights are blinding. How did I get here? Where am i? I try to think back but I can't remember anything that happened before right now. Whenever I push through the fuzziness in my head to see a glimpse of a memory, of some explanation to explain what's going on, I get hit with a horrible headache. I can't remember my name, age, birthday or family. I finally open my eyes to see a white room, I'm in a hospital gown and my hair is shaven down to a buzzcut. Basically a first person y/n story where you take the role of one of the kids. Heavily featuring 001. *A REWRITE OF THIS IS NOW AVAILABLE ON AO3 (Child 13 - By RadianBlack) AND HAS THE SAME PLOT BUT WITH INFINITELY BETTER WRITING AND GRAMMAR -- READ THAT ONE INSTEAD I BEG* (Also if you do, go comment about how you came from Wattpad... just for fun ok) WARNINGS (will be updated when needed) Swearing Manipulation Gaslighting Body Horror Character Death Blood Murder Nightmares Family Death Injury Emotional Abuse Physical Abuse Child Abuse Experimentation Medicine Panic Attacks Medical Talk Violence Starvation Torture
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In my nightmares I am trapped on a mental ward. I can't move my hands without feeling the restriction of the straps. My head is as clear, no trace of the "madness." I strain against the black polyester with every ounce of strength and still I can't budge. My back hurts right to the base of my spine. Saliva is pooling in the back of my mouth. The staff have gone. I am alone. My heart pounds, ready to explode; my eyes scan left and right for signs of someone coming to help. No-one. Worn green curtains hang limp on flaking chrome rings and though the gap passers by pay me no attention at all.

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