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Five Years Ago...

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I still sit in a cell of white, eleven years passing and feeling like a century. I know my birthday was today. But no one celebrates, instead I was sent the room where the people of the Empire can come and go, they can do what ever they want to me as long as it wont hurt my Genetic Supperiorness. Or that's how they put it. I was whipped at least thirty times, by thirty different people and I will never get to inflict pain on them because they are free and I am not. I had rocks and stones thrown at me. I screamed when one hit my head, causing blood to rush live a river from the wound. That had ended the 'session' and then I was brought back to my cell. The white is no longer white anymore, some of it stained crimson with my blood. My Keeper will be in soon, after she did complaining about how useless I am. Hopefully she won't come fast enough and my life will have ended and they can't hurt me anymore. I let the wound flow, making my head sticky and hot. It smells like metal. It wafts up my nose making me retch, and now the smell of vomit explodes into my nose.

I silently beg for life to leave me. It would make it so much easier. It didn't work, just like the rest of the million times, I have begged for this moment to end my life. Keeper never comes in and I can only think this might be it. They don't care anymore and I can just waste away and no one will care. My eleven-year-old body can't take any more of the abuse they give me. Or the injections. Or the yelling. I want the darkness, I welcome it. I would cherish it if it helped me escape from this horrid jail. A tear starts to freely flow down my face. I cried myself to sleep. I let the darkness drench me. I welcomed it, cherished it even. It let me walk away even if it was only for a moment. It comforted me and I comforted it. I may even think of it as a friend. It would be my first, and most likely my only.

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Chapter Question: How was the flashback?

Opinionated Question: Did it give you any information that you were missing?

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Word Count: 389

Started: Feb. 19th, 2021

Finished: Feb. 19th, 2021

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And here is the fourth chapter that I have written today. I am defiantly taking a break. I hope that you guys enjoy it!