I woke up on the floor. I got up to sit up straight, but I flinched as I felt my burnt back pull against my shirt. After about 10 minutes trying to get up, I noticed a plate with scrambled eggs and a sausage. The tray held a glass of water and note. That stupid pair had drugged me, again. I gulped the water down before turning to the note. The writing was red and scribbled as always. "You're welcome" it read. I sighed. What was that supposed to mean?

I gobbled the sausage and eggs. I examined my surroundings. There was no metal table, just two wooden chairs. I guess they drugged this food again because I was feeling woozy. I laid my head down to rest.

I was just about to fall into dreamland when the door creaked open. I saw Karla come towards me. But she was crawling. Her body was shifting and twisting like her bones were distorted. Her eyes were twitching and blinking wildly. Her neck kept snapping as she curled and twisted. She looked insane, like she was possessed.
"Um, Kar-," I was cut off when she screeched. It sounded like a demonic lion. I shuffled back, ignoring he shooting pain in my abdomen and arms.

The man came rushing in and stabbed her arm with an injection. Soon after, she stopped contorting and sat rigid, eyes rolled back and her mouth opened very wide, exposing her teeth. She had teeth like a shark; jagged and pointy. My eyes widened as I heard her screech again, this time, sounding like she was gasping for air.

I opened my mouth to ask what was going on, but I couldn't. I just sat there with my mouth open. Karla looked mad.
"W-what are y-you doing?" I stifled out. The man looked at me, as if he had not seen a teenage girl contort and twist. He smiled as if he did not notice her shark-like teeth.
"Just calming her down. She just reacted a bit badly to her treatment."
I figured that his type of treatment was torture. He pried Karla's mouth open and shoved a handful of pills down her throat.

"Is that her treatment?" I asked, keeping my eyes focused on Karla.
He chuckled again. "Yes. A little more could never hurt her,"
She started shaking again, that same twinkle if insanity dancing in her eye. She coiled and shook wildly. Her head bounced on her stiff neck as she howled and fought with something only she could see.

"Leave me alone! I don't like you! You drug me and treat me like a dog!" She said, still keeping here eyes on the thing only she could see. Her eyes were entranced as she kept staring into nothing. "Let her go! Leave us alone! I don't like you! You aren't my daddy! You killed him!" She yelled between uncontrollable sobs. I could see her soul surrender. He shoulders slumped and she lay on her knees.

The man hastily stabbed her with the injection again, but not before I could process what she said: You aren't my daddy. You killed him! I couldn't believe it. I swallowed the huge lump in my throat. He put her on a leash and dragged her out the room. I watched him bludgeon her with his boot. He kicked and kicked. For once in this mad house, I understood what was going on.

The man came back about a half hour later. "Sit down."
I struggled to my feet but managed to move my slashed body to the chairs placed I the centre of the room.
"We need to talk," he started. "What you just saw now is not for real. I am your dad." He took out a crumpled picture from his pocket.
"That's you when you two were born," he said, tearing up. "Doctors said me of you would be sick when you grow up,"

"How did you get that?" I asked. He could not be my dad. Ever.
"It's mine. I really was there. Look at this one." He took out another photo of a man holding two babies in his arms. The man really looked like him.
"Are you really my dad?" My voice cracked.
"Yeah sweetie pie. It's me." He smiled, the scent of brandy still hanging on his breath.
"Why would you insist on kidnapping me if I am your child? Why are you hurting Karla?" I asked, overcome with emotion. I didn't fight the tears trickling down my cheek. I let them fall in quick succession.

"I didn't hurt Karla. That was just some treatment," he said sternly. He didn't want to be asked questions, I could tell. But I needed answers.
"You know mom will be looking for me soon. I've been gone for long. At least give me my phone back so I can text her, saying I'm alright?"
He didn't look convinced. "Don't worry. Your mother is taken care of."

"What have you done to my mother?!" I asked, angry and scared. "Don't you lay a hand on her! I swear I-" I stopped when he shoved a handful of pills in my mouth. My body tingled. It twitched. I flopped over and my spine twisted in abnormal angles. My head spin and my eyes popped from their sockets.

So this is what the treatment felt like.