Page 3 of Stutter

Except Shadow.

What if I run and they find me?

What will I say?

Words are garbled messes and faces wear masks. Ugly, ugly perfect teeth. Too white. Blue eyes. They flash green. Chameleon eyes.

“Pssst. Raven!”

I stop, clutching the hem of my long sleeve in my hand. It’s always so cold here. I can’t ever get warm. I can still feel the scratchy material of the asylum approved shirt Axel sent me. God, I miss him so much. I look to my right where my name was called from one of the rooms.

My stomach swirls and dips.

He’s groaning and there’s a slapping sound.

I don’t like Josiah.

“Hobble away, spooky bitch. I bet you did it to yourself! Archer’s fucking pet. Do you suck him off during your daily meetings? CUMSSSSSSLUT!” Josiah flicks something my way and the white, thick liquid lands on my face. Covering me from forehead to chin and it drips down to my scrub top over my long sleeve. The wicked laugh echoes loudly, bouncing off the sterile walls and I shiver. “Saved that all up for you!”

I look down and I… I… what do I do?

Bile rises in my throat when I realize what he’s done and I violently spew and spew and spew.

I should have run. I will next time. Stupid little crazy Raven, covered in cum.

Strong hands come up from behind me and help me. They walk me to my room and help me undress to shower.

But the shower turns into… the room.

Solitary.

But why?

What did I do?

Why am I here again?

Oh no, I’m strapped in.

No, no, no. My wrists, please!

This isn’t right.

But it’s foggy how do I-

I was somewherehappy.

It’s too tight. My wrists. They’re bleeding.

“It’s too tight!” I scream but it doesn’t come out. I can’t remember what my voice sounds like.

Nobody hears me.

Lost, lost, lost.

Psycho Raven.

Ghost.

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