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"Welcome to the hell hole doll." The voice smirked and I can feel it. I feel the rush of fear in my body arise.

What.

This is a dream, right?

Yes, yes it is...

I open my eyes, but nothing is there...again blank.

'Close your eyes...for some time... It will pass on.' I said in my mind. I close my eyes, taking deep breaths.

'Let this be a dream. Let this be a dream. Let this be...' I said to myself repeatedly, eyes tightly closed, want this nightmare to go away.

'I wanna go home...I wanna go home...' my pleadings gradually increased in my mind.

"It's been a long time again."

Fucking same line again and again. I hate this voice, this person. Everything about this person makes me want to slap the fuck out of his face. This voice irritates me, my body started shivered with fear as the voice started approaching.

It's not working...I can't control my body. I am fucking stuck.

'Someone pinches me... this has to be a dream.'

I shout in my head, remembering the pain of electric shocks and needles. My body is already numb due to the powerful shocks. It's like someone else is doing that job. It's like, numbness is only the one feeling from which I am well aware.

It gives me so much peace. But it's the not same anymore. I don't like this feeling at all. It's getting creepy.

What happened to me? What happened to my body...?

All of a sudden, I feel light electricity running through my veins giving me a new power. I feel happy, fresh. This is a good feeling, something is building up in me...this spark is making me dizzy, but I can see everything.

I open my eyes, letting my eyes adjust the light. This is a different place from that day, but the boy is the same. I scan my surrounding with my eyes. The boy from that day grab my hand and as if checking the pulse. My pulse was low...I can feel it.

"All set." The boy said to someone. I saw a girl making her way to my bed. I feel my heartbeat fasten as she injects me something.

But the syringe....the sharp feeling is not there.
She takes one syringe out of my hand...

I can't feel it. What does that make to my body? Am I going to die? Are they making me numb so they can do anything with me.? What is mean my all set?

Many questions are running in my mind.
I vigorously want to shake my body through the chains... But it's not moving at all. I can't feel anything moving. I am giving every fucking signal to my mind for moving my body. It's like nothing is working.

Not even a thing. I can't feel anything. No arms. No legs. What have they done to me? I feel myself getting weaker, but I haven't done ANYTHING.

"Flake is doing a good job, as always." The boy said to the girl. She hums in response, getting ready for the next step.

Flake?? What the f is a 'flake'?

All of a sudden my bed was moving. What are they doing? Though I am not in the right mind state I can see my surroundings. A similar hallway welcomes me..but everything is changed. The eyesore hallway is not horror anymore, as if haven't been there.

New white lights are there, with shining silver walls. My bed is passing through all the doors.

Now if I mention this, when I woke up in the room, not even one bed was there.

Except for mine... That's strange.

This.

This hallway...

My head hurts. I feel my mind is playing cards with me, cards of different pictures. Images, thousands of images forming in my head giving me unimaginable pain.

Boys, two boys.

What?

"It's okay, you will be fine. We will be fine.." a beautiful voice plays in my mind. I saw the two boys in front of me, but I can't figure out who is talking. Both the faces were hazy, I couldn't able to differentiate.

"Yes don't worry, he is right. We will be fine. You don't stress yourself. It's not good for you. You need to heal. Your body needs rest. Look at you, poor baby." Someone replies.

Who....?

Do they know me? How can't I remember them?

Seeing pictures of those persons who I don't know, is kinda terrifying. I don't know but their voice is so comforting. I feel attached to them. I feel safe, safe from all this pain. I want someone to embrace me.

But who are they?

"Hyung....isn't she cute?" A boy giggles.

That voice feels so warm, yet broken. I can feel it. The weakness, as if they are not eating. I can feel everything. I am not numb. I can feel every feeling this time. They make me feel things.

Who are they?

What's my relationship with them?

I feel myself getting emotional, they want me to feel good, but I can't. I don't even know who are you?

I saw a cute dimple boy smiling sweetly at me.

Sun- I mean he is shining. How can a boy shine like this.?

Happiness oozes out from his face. Just seeing his face makes me feel happy. One hand ruffle my hair I look up and my eyes meet another smiling boy, his eyes disappear

Oh, they are beautiful.

I awed, I feel myself relaxing because of their presence. The feeling of numbness is gone but just for some seconds. And now it was there.

I want to know more.

About them.

I open my eyes as I feel my bed getting entered into a room. My body feels cold all of a sudden, like freezing with ice cubes. The temperature of this room is down.

White.

Fresh white walls.

But blood, blood spots on them.

My eyesight is not clear yet to see what was written on the gate. White walls, white blur lights are there.

Someone take out hurriedly all the tubes from my hands. I want to shout that it hurts but my voice is stuck in my throat and there is nobody here who is interested in listening to my internal agonizing screams.

Hurts.

It hurts...

Now I realized it, it hurts but when they were injecting me nothing hurt at all. What's going on? All thoughts are giving me a headache.

My body got roughly pulled from the bed. They throw my body on the floor like a sack of potatoes. That hurt like hell.

'Bastards...' i curse in my mind.

"Come on fast. Move!!" A boy shouts, they left me there, like that. What the hell is going on here? I can't even move my body. What type of girl am I? Father will be disappointed.

What...? F-Father.

My eye widens as I saw my father's face. I feel my body draining all the energy. Head is pounding so hard giving me chills.

Like I am carrying loads and loads of weight on my head. These memories. I don't want to see them. They are so awful, horrible. They will hurt me, they make me sad. My heart hurts when I feel those memories in my head.

Nothing happens, I feel myself slipping in memories of my father...

"WHY DID YOU SKIP SCHOOL, YOU DISGUSTING CUNT? THIS IS NOT HOW I RAISED YOU WITH THESE BEATINGS!! YOU UNDERSTAND!!!" My father shouts like always. I nod my head fearfully, unable to say anything.

"USE YOUR FUCKING WORDS!!" He started getting irritated. "Y-Yeah..yeah f-father." I didn't even raise my head. This is all my fault. All my doing—

"NOW TELL ME WHY DID YOU SKIP SCHOOL? WHERE WERE YOU? WHORING AROUND SOMEWHERE, HUH? ARE YOU THIS LOW?? I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU ARE MY DAUGHTER." My eye widens at his words.

Father is disappointed in me.

"Father, I w-was at the hospital—

"HOSPITAL!!!! WHO BRINGS YOU TO THE HOSPITAL? I SAID WHO THE FUCK BRINGS YOU TO THE HOSPITAL, YOU BITCH!!"

I flinch so badly when he slaps me hard on my face, making me fall to the ground.

"I am sorry, father. I-I will never do this again." I didn't waste much time, collecting myself, bowing my head in response, not showing any disrespect.

"DO YOU KNOW HOW MUCH IT COSTS. AND WAIT. YOU REALLY WANT TO REPORT ME, AM I RIGHT? FOR BEATING YOU?" The clicking of the belt rings in my ear making me shiver.

"No..no no... F-Father. I can never e-ever do this, not in this life." I grab my father's leg from both my hands apologizing repeatedly.

"I am sorry. I am gonna b-be a g-goo--." I shutter badly.

"SHUT UP!! I AM NOT IN A GOOD MOOD. YOU DISRESPECTED ME. I SAID 7 PM SHARP. AND YOU HAVE TO BE IN YOUR ROOM!! BUT YOU!!!!!" He starts beating me with a belt, making new scars on my body.

As the belt painfully hits my body, I feel myself being emotionally drained. It is humiliating. I cried hard, my breathing is ragged.

I screamed every time the belt makes contact with my skin, but not forgetting how to be a good girl and suppress my ugly voice.

"WORTHLESS PIECE OF SHIT!! YOU ARE DISGUSTING. I AM DISGUSTED BY YOUR MISTAKES!!! YOU NEVER LISTEN TO ME. AND THIS IS WHAT YOU GET!!!!" He beats me at every sentence. At this rate, my body is becoming numb, not moving at all.

It's back.

The feeling is back.

This feeling is beautiful, no pain just numbness.

I saw my father heave a sigh. "Do you know what time is it, girl? It's 11 now. That's why I am stressed. Go to bed. Will talk about this tomorrow."

He says irritatingly, walking away leaving me behind. I slowly move my hands to support my body. But they sting so much that I fell on the ground.

I can't even feel my legs anymore.

I can't do anything, can't even move my body. What type of girl am I? He is stressed because of me.

Father will be disappointed.

True, everything is true. I am weak, pathetic, disgusting, every bad word in this word portrays me.

I smile at those scars. Or I should say, gorgeous cars. I smile at the memory of my friend praising my scars. I think these scars will last long till next week. I don't have to make new ones.

I will miss cutting myself.

I feel myself getting weaker as time passes. I hear footsteps coming towards me. Someone lifts me, carrying my body to my room.

I settle myself in a comfortable position near the body, savoring the warmth.

"I am sorry, girl." Someone says the voice seems broken. I can't even open my eyes. I am so tired, so sleepy.

"Father is sorry." He said, but I was long
asleep.

I was shaking hard. These memories, these images in my mind they don't leave me alone. Can someday I will make it out of here? I can't live like this.

It is like this is the last time I am breathing.

Anxiety was building up in my body, breaking all my bones and strength. I will never fight it. I will never be with them. I will die like this. There is no future for me. I can never be happy.

I feel a body crawling towards me. A hand touches my cheeks, beautifully caressing them making smooth circles. I lean to the soft relaxing warmth.

"H-Hyung... She is h-here."

I hear a boy crying calling someone, his whole body is shaking. He takes my body, resting my head on his chest. The sudden contact causes shivers and at last, I flinched.

"Shh...princess. It's okay. I am here, your tiny is here. Nobody is touching you." His shaky voice vibrates in my ears as he cried out loud.

Tiny?

My tiny..?

I feel myself relaxing in his familiar embrace. The smooth yet rough hands are making their magic on me. Nobody is touching me. He is just tiny.

The thought itself is so pretty, being in the embrace of someone who is there for you, care for you. I feel all my anxiety vanished as I fell asleep.

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