Silver set me down on something soft. The feeling of security I had felt left as I no longer felt Silver holding me. I heard Silver moving things around. It went quite a minute before Silver broke the silence, “You can open your eyes now.”

I opened my eyes to see a pale blue room about half of the size of my cell. There wasn’t much in here. In the far-right corner, there was a basic white dresser that was about two-thirds the height of the room. Across the room from the bed, there was a basic red wooden door that led to another room. To the left, there was a mirror that took up about two-thirds of the wall and slightly taller than the dresser. To my right was the door that really bothered me. The door was purple, which didn’t match with the other colors of the room. It also had orange outlines on it like a fancy door. Next to the door was a small window. When I looked down near the rear of the bed, I saw a ramp.

“I made it quickly since you don’t like heights.” He then pointed his fingers down towards the floor and my head followed. “Along this side of the bed, I made a step for you. So it’s not a huge leap for you to get down.” He then started walking towards the red door and opened it. “I set some clothes next to the mirror. I’ll be in here. Call me if you need any help.” And with that, he left the room.

“Can I even walk?” I murmured to myself. My legs didn’t feel completely numb, but they also felt weak. “Well, there’s only one way to find out.” I rolled onto my stomach and stretched my feet down to step. I slowly lowered myself until my knees touched the step. I then wormed my body from there to the ground.

When my knees reached the ground, I turned around, facing away from the comfy bed. “Should I try walking?” I decided against this and leaned my weight forward onto the ground. “Geez! This is cold!” My body became tired by the time I got up to the mirror. It trembled and was covered in sweat. “Holy shit I’m tired!” I wheeze when sitting upright in front of the mirror.

“Wait, is that me?” I see a short body in ragged clothes that haven’t been cleaned in months.

“Wow... I need a bath. I wonder if they have working showers. No! That’s not important right now. I need to look at my face.”

I gazed up into the mirror to see my face. “Is that me?” In the mirror, I saw a little girl. She... No, I looked like a four-year-old girl. “My face...! There’s something wrong with my face! That’s not me.”

The girls–No, my face was strange but not as strange as my hair. From about the center of my head to the left, my hair was pink, and from the center to the right it was black. My hair went to my knees and was a matted, unkempt mess. My eyebrows matched the color of my hair in the same way as my hair.

“I look like a freak! This is all wrong!” I stood up on my frail legs to get a closer look at my eyes.

My irises were different colors, with the right one being pink and the left being black. I don’t know what annoyed me more. The fact this wasn’t me, or that my eyes didn’t match the color scheme of my hair and eyebrows. My eyes mesmerized me when I looked in the mirror; I remembered something.

“Oh, yeah... I wanted to check if I was a girl.” I placed my hand on my crotch. "Ok! I'm a girl!"

I backed up in shock, my legs shaking and my arms quivering. Which caused my vision to darken and a wave of dizziness took over. “Hah-hah-hah-hah...” My face was red with exhaustion, yet I was cold. “What’s wrong with me?” I thought to myself. I fell over without even realizing I did.

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“Woah! Easy there, plum!” The voice from earlier caught me in his arms. “I guess you couldn’t stand all of this excitement!”

“Talk dick.” I wheezed as the voice placed me back into a sitting position on my knees in front of the mirror.

He Wittily responded, “Hah! Ha! Such words shouldn’t come from a young lady.”

“Stop... hah-hah... messing... with me... hah-hah... What’s...” I could barely talk.

“Alright, alright.” The voice rubbing my shoulders. “Now, hello miss what’s your name?!”

“...” I wasn’t able to remember my name.

“Ok! Give me a name, sweetheart.” The voice asked.

I looked at him, confused why he would ask me that. He placed his shadow fingers over my lips.

“Hushhhhhh. Just think... Ahhh. I like that. It’s cute. Call me Rue.” The voice removed his hand. “Let me show something. Look in the mirror.” His alluring voice draws me towards the mirror.

Rue took the shape of an adolescent boy. He looked similar. Except for his hair, which was medium length, black with some white throughout. His eyes were blood-red with a little dark yellow in them. His right sclera was completely black with black veins-like scars. More of these black scars covered his face and neck. He dressed in semi-formal clothing that was completely black. Except for his coat which said, ‘REMEMBER’ along with unidentifiable symbols.

“How do I look, pumpkin? Do you feel better?”

“Yeah,” I whispered.

“Tell me what you remember before. I promise I’ll answer your questions.” A sinister aura irradiated around him as Rue laid me on my back. Then started looking through the bag of clothing.

“I remember...” I looked up at the ceiling, trying to remember, “... a girl... no, two. One about my age and one a little younger... I think we were related... We were at a table... There were two more... my older sisters... No... The oldest one was my...”

Rue interrupted, “They were your adoptive family. What about your real one?”

“Are you some kind of therapist? What do you mean adoptive!!!?”

“Maybe. How about this?” Rue shows me a crimson red dress. “It’s nice...”

“No, I don’t like it.” I felt unsettled looking at that dress.

“Why? Does it remind you of fresh blood?” He then shows me a pink shirt and black pants. “It’s a bit big... but I think you would like it.”

“Don’t change the subject! What do you mean adoptive!!!” I was sick and tired of Rue dodging all of my questions. It was like talking to a cat, it just ignores you and does what it wants. “STOP IGN–GASP!”

“Shhhhhh!! Calm down. You’re asking too many questions.” He whispered into my ear. “Does it really matter? Stop thinking too hard. You’re torturing yourself, thinking about the past.”

“Hah-hah-hah. But you... Hah-hah-hah...” I moaned.

“Does it feel good? Is it humiliating that this spot is sensitive? Cutie patootie!” Rue said in a baby voice.

In the mirror, I watched helplessly as Rue scratched under my chin.

“This was fun,” laughed Rue. “I haven’t had this much fun in over a decade.”

He stopped scratching under my chin and stood up. “This has been fun,” Rue starts to vanish. “If you ever need my help, just wish upon a star... or a corpse.” As the rest of him disappeared, he uttered in a stupid voice. “Tata Echo. LOL,” and with that Rue completely disappeared.

A few moments later, the red door opened with Silver coming in.

“Oh!” He rushed over to where my frail body was and checked me. “I’m sorry. I didn’t think you would leave the bed.” He then picked me up and started walking towards the door. “Let’s get you cleaned up.”

As he exited towards the red door, he noticed a pair of clothes lying on top of the dresser, folded up. “Huh...”, he muttered under his breath, “how did that get there.”