#fatherfiigure

@fatherfiigure

back where it all had started. had it all been for nothing? the escape, the lives lost and perhaps the nightmares brought to a group of young boys that she had coined as her friends. all of it had led back to this - back to where she had tried so hard to escape from. a man that she had tried so hard to leave – papa.

her hands shook, heart quickening in her chest; reminiscent of a small bird trapped behind a cage and desperately trying to make it’s way free and back into a world free of bared cages and prodding fingers. a world that was no longer meant for a girl like her - a weapon.

there was no part of her that felt as if she could go on with this, that she could resume the project of a malicious man who had raised her since birth in the confines of a white laboratory room. knowing now what lay outside those walls had made it impossible for her to see anything good about being here. impossible to see anything good about him.

                  “no more, papa.

what the??? ok but when everyone else sends love they get a hug RUDE!

it was only a matter of time before he had been caught. just how long could he manage to wander the facility before they noticed a child experiment had gone missing from his room? he’d gone far enough, he was becoming too great of a risk - sticking his nose in things that he shouldn’t but he simply couldn’t control his childlike curiosity. it wasn’t until he was strapped down on the cold metal table that he knew he had gone to far, that he knew they had came up with some sort of solution to keep him from wandering aimlessly.

            PAINFULLY LOUD SCREAMS filled 000′s ears as she struggled against the hands on her body; pulling her from her bed and out of her room, not yet realising those screams belonged to her.  The little girl had experienced this before, had gone through this process before, and was greatly aware of what would follow        she had GIVEN UP on hoping for a different outcome. 

oh my gOD