Day... I Forget

Journal entry number....whichever this is. It's been either days, weeks, or months since all those "treatments." It's like, what am I to you? A guinea pig? I have been feeling nothing but great literal pain, and sadness, and the only time I get to see anyone else is when the doctor or doctors let them see me.

I have basically given up on any hope of escape, and by the sounds I have been hearing lately, the patients were turning into zombies or something by the loud screams. I just hope I don't turn into one but my main concern is that little dark haired girl, what was her name again? Cynder? Yeah. I'm more worried about her than I am myself. End of journal entry.

Suddenly there was the sound of a bed being rolled in, and Becky looked up to see the dark haired girl being brought in. "This is Cynder, she's going to be your roommate," Snuffle, another doctor, told her. "You alright?" He asked her, looking concerned.

"Why wouldn't I be? Look don't worry about me. Just take good care of her, she's Black's sister or something like that. I'm sure he would want her in one piece," Becky said, putting her journal away. "I understand. I would feel the same way about my own kids if they were sick," Snuffle nodded, giving Becky a routine check-up.

"Hmm, what have you been doing to get all these cuts on your skin?" He asked, concerned. "I've been cutting," Becky admitted, and he sighed. "Why?" "Because I don't have hope for anything anymore." Snuffle sat down next to her, and pulled her into a hug. "I'm tired of it too, being forced to experiment on patients." "Will we ever get out?" "I don't know, sweetie, I just don't know. That damned light is still not going anywhere anytime soon but I don't think it's the light itself, there has to be more to it than that."

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