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A small clean, whitewashed room with the bare minimum; a toilet, a sink, a tiny mirror and an extremely weak shower sticking out the wall. Water! Thank God this place had running water! Half of it went on washing my grimy, blood stained body and the rest helped quench my thirst. Warm water isn’t the best to drink but I was beyond caring. Stepping out the water, I quickly realized that the door was open and there was a fresh pile of uniformed clothing and underwear lying in the doorway was if they had grown legs and waltzed in here; considering the fact that I suspected ‘Brutus’ to be a scientist, it wouldn’t surprise me if that’s exactly what happened. For some strange reason I found this thought laughable to the point where tears where streaming down my freshly scrubbed face. Bending down to grab the clothes my stomach muscles could not take the strain and the laughter and I collapsed onto the flood in a fit of giggles.


“I thought I could smell someone having fun. What in the hell are you doing?!” James leant against the doorway, with an expression I could not decipher. Being unable to breathe I just shook my head and tried my hardest to calm down.


“Are you telling me no? Just shut up and get ready before Andrew gets back. Unless you want me to enjoy your disobedience?” Seeing the look in his eyes had me standing up straight and backing up until my back was trapped against the back wall, next to the faucet. James seemed to pursue me but before the distance between us reached a mere 5 feet a mirage of images assaulted my eyes.


I'm curled up into the feotal position on the floor, crying my eyes out, covered in the blood erupting from my nose.


Andrew standing over me; his fresh lab coat smeared with my blood. His knuckles heavily bruised.


James, clearly enjoy my punishment. Standing in the corner watching the drama unfold.


I don't know what I just witnessed but I didn't just watch it. I felt it. The pleasure and joy running through James' body as I lay crying on the floor. One hand on my towel; the other covering my mouth to stop me vomiting I shrank away as James was suddenly in my face, hands at my colar. He was so close our noses were touching.


"You stay out of my head, bitch! If you ever do that again, I promise, you will regret it! Just remeber, Andrew isn't always here when you sleep- I am!" Throwing me to the side he stalked out of the bathroom. Slamming the door shut to mark his exit. Not going to lie, that had seriously spooked me. What did he mean, 'stay out of my head'? I couldn't even begin to think about the images and the feelings... It felt like I had just enjoyed my own pain. Disgusting.


Taking my time-so I wouldn't have to deal with James for to long- I got dressed and headed over to the mirror to work on taming my bright red frizz bomb of hair. I was not prepared for what was staring back at me. With the towel wrapped around my head I leaned in closer over the sink, wishing that the mirror was broken or something. I had become but a shadow of the girl that i once was. I have always been a slim girl, but never this skinny. My cheek bones were prominent and my cheeks were sullen. My once emerald green eyes were dull and hooded by my heavy eye lids; making me appear drugged. A beautiful purple bruise was ever so slowly spreading from the right side of my face. I admit it, I am quite a shallow girl. I have been homeschooled my whole life, so I dont really believe in my intellect . All I had ever had were my looks. Looking like this was the worst thing they could do to me. Whoever 'they' were.


I needed to get away from my reflection.


Funnily enough, Andrew walked through the door just as I pushed away from the sink.


"Tskk. I understand you upset my collegue. Not a great way to start the day, Hope."