I decided to go to bed early. The adrenaline rush subsided and it drained me. I don't care though, because I was still filled with euphoria. Oh, what a rush. I'll never forget the sound of his skull crunching or the look in his eyes. It was like his soul just came right out, and I say good riddance.

Just thinking about it makes me want to do it again and again, but I'll just calm down for now. He's dead, so it won't be long before someone goes back there and sees him or realizes that he's missing.

Where's Betty though? I have to tell her how great it went. I have to tell Annabelle.

I sat up on my bed and walked over to the door. I stood on my tiptoes and tried to peek through the gated, glass window. I managed to see a little bit, but before I could register what I was seeing they turned the lights off in the halls.

I let out a defeated sigh, stood correctly on my feet, then walked over to my bed with my head low. I need my mom, my new sister, and Betty more than anything in the world, but I have to accept the fact that they're all probably asleep right now.

Annabelle

Fear mixed with sadness seemed to take over my mind. I didn't know what else to do besides lay on my cold, bare bed and cry. They took my sheets, blankets, and pillow a long time ago, which left me with the dirty, smelly mattress that I've learned to get used to.

I always wondered what it was like in the other rooms. Like maybe they also didn't have any blankets or maybe they did. I bet they did and every night they snuggle up under their thick blankets and never want to get up in the morning.

Me, on the other hand, I always got up, because any longer and I'd become a popsicle.

I wonder how that guy is doing. I bet Melody beat him pretty good. Hm, Just the mere thought of him walking around with a closed, purple, and black eye made me smile. He hurt me and now he's probably hurt.

I wonder where she is though. I expected her to come back when she finished, but now that I think about it I never even saw her after I ran away. I feel bad. What if he hurt her too or worse: killed her.

My teeth begin to chatter and I shiver. The showers must be running because whenever they are it gets closer. I'm gonna die here. Why couldn't they just fix the vents, so it wouldn't be freezing?

The sound of screams made me jolt up. That voice sounded so familiar, but I couldn't put my finger on it. I gasped when I heard her talking. It was Melody.

I got out of bed and ran to the door. I tried to stand on the tips of my toes, but it was no use. The window was too high and I'm too short. Before I could miss anything else I ran over to my bed and stood up on it, so I could peek through the window. I wasn't able to see much, since it was dark, but I could still hear Melody screaming and the sound of an orderly grunting.

I felt so scared. What were they doing to her? I began to shake even more when I heard a loud bang. It sounded like someone heavy crashing to the ground and the suspense was killing me.

Melody

Just as I was about to go to sleep someone opened my door. I opened my eyes and rolled over. At my doorway stood a tall figure. It was almost pitch black, so I was only able to see the silhouette of that person. I know for a fact that it was an orderly and my intuitions were right when I felt a hand gripping onto my hair and pulling me off of the bed.

I screamed out. What were they going to do to me? What if they found out? Were they going to kill me?

My racing thoughts only made me even more anxious. I screamed again and sucked air through my teeth when the orderly punched my stomach. I hunched over and tried to hold the spot where it hurt, but he or she grabbed me by my waist and picked me up, slinging me over their shoulder like a bag of salt. They turn around and walk out while holding me in place.

It must be a man. The shoulders were rough, which only made the pain seem to increase. I kept kicking and swinging, elbowing him a few times and smiling at the loud grunts he'd make whenever my elbow hit his fleshy neck. I continued elbowing him now that I know his weak spot until he intentionally dropped me. The violent sound of my body hitting the floor echoed throughout the halls.

My eyes began shutting and I could feel my head throbbing. I must've blacked out because the next thing I knew I was tied to a bed in a well-lit room. Unlike the rest of the building, that room smelled really good. It reminded me of the time my parents and I went to the beach one summer. Maybe it was the smell of the ocean that was so attractive to my nose. I don't know, all I know is that these ropes are tight.

I began to slowly lose feeling in my limbs and I'd have to occasionally check if they were still intact.

It was painfully cold in that room and the deafening silence that filled it, as well as the unnecessary suspense only made me feel even more uneasy. I had to get out of there. I had to see Betty and Annabelle and my mom.

Before I could finish thinking, the sound of footsteps approaching interrupted me. They were pretty heavy and seemed to echo throughout the small room. I tried to find the source of the noise by turning my head and scanning the room, but it was to no avail.

The feeling of a cold hand pressing against my forehead made me gasp. I tried to look up so I'd catch his gaze, but something was restricting my neck at that point. I couldn't breathe. What's going on?

He moved his hand and proceeded to walk over to the side of my bed with a metal tray that bore another tray filled with needle shots, as well as drills. He picked up an alcohol pad and instead of rubbing it on my arm, he used it to clean off the blood that dried on my face.

He dropped the bloody pad in the tray and retrieved another. He pushed my sweaty, matted hair off of my forehead and began to clean the wound from when I banged my head on the wall. His eyes caught mine and even though he was wearing a mask I could tell that he was smiling.

He seemed like one of the good guys, so I calmed down a little.

I watched him pick up a drill and the smile that was on my face was erased instantly. Oh my god!

I started to pant like a dog in the hot sun as he turned it on and brought the spinning, metal piece to my face. I felt paralyzed at that point. What was he about to do?

I looked over to a corner in the room and smiled when I saw Betty. She was going to save me.

He must've followed my gaze because when I looked up at him he was staring at the corner with a confused expression. He locked eyes with me when he was done looking over there. I thought for a second that he changed his mind, but when he turned the drill back on I knew otherwise.

He brought the drill to my ear and the energy that I lost from the fall came back to me. I screamed even though it made my head hurt and he turned it off. I smiled victoriously, then stopped when I saw him reaching for a needle shot.

I began fidgeting under the restraints and watched as the ropes started fraying and cutting my flesh. He grabbed my neck, which made me freeze in place. I shut my eyes tight and clenched my teeth when he began to bring it towards my neck. The familiar prick didn't hurt as much, but the unfamiliar liquid that came out and into my veins did. It hurt so badly that my head began to throb again, the room spun faster than a pulsar, and the burning, aching sensation radiated throughout my frail body.

I opened my eyes slightly, only to shut them back again. The reverberation of his deep voice was the last thing that I heard before I passed out again.

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*A.N: Writing historical fiction is not easy at all depending on the time you choose. For me, this wasn't easy. The 1930s was way before my time lol(duh) so I don't know as much. The things that I put down I'll have to check with Google every time to make sure that it didn't come out at a later time, like Monopoly. I was gonna use Monopoly as the game that she was going to play, but I chose Wahoo since that was the right time frame. Anyways I hope y'all enjoy this page. Vote and comment, please. If you notice any mistakes feel free to let me know.*