The Experiment

The Experiment

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I woke up sitting in a metal chair with my hands wrapped in thick rope. I growl in pain and look up in front of me. The girl next to me is asleep. I look further to my right and find a girl with blonde hair talking to a girl who seems emo by her choice of haircolor; black hair with teal tips. Maybe I should speak up or I could remain silent, like I usually do. The emo girl looks at me. She glanced at me and turned around. I ignored. I started shaking the chair, hoping it'll loosen up a bit. Instead of helping, it made my skin burn. I winced at the pain and looked at the girls again. "Hi. I'm Dakota. Um, do you know where we are?" The emo-looking girl gave me a "look" before she responded: "We're in hell."
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Something didn't feel right. I looked around my room slowly; cautiously; taking everything in and trying not to feel too nervous. Perhaps Lure was in my room right now, watching me, silently laughing to himself. I didn't doubt it. I slipped off my bed and walked around, hugging my waist, and tilted my head. I felt my rough ponytail slide against the back of my neck and over my shoulder as I moved. "Lure?" I hissed, "Lure, are you there?" I wandered around a little, for some reason feeling scared. But why? It was only Lure. He wouldn't hurt me, would he? "Okay, Lure. Quit it. I know it's you. Who else would it-" I stopped, startled, when I heard a strange sound that made me cringe. It was like fingernails being dragged across a chalkboard. I whipped around and came face-to-face with my mirror. Immediately, I saw the difference. Various scratches were displayed across the glass, forming words. It looked as if claws had written the words in the mirror. "Deepest apologies, but it was fun." (All credit goes to my sister, who wrote this when she was in the twelfth grade)

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