"patient twelve o five is about to be let out. do we have backup?"

"yes. be prepared. and make sure all skin is covered. "

"Rodger."

they had come to treat me.

yes... treatment...

starts with t...

t...

t stands for torture.

they are the same...yes... the very very same...

"I'm opening the door."

the white metal door slowly creaks open, and I snap my neck around with a crack, my eyes bulge out from the darkness as this fat man stands in front of me like a deer in headlights.

"hello... collin...." I rasp out of my dry throat.

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"good evening Mr. Greatwon. I believe you know the drill."

I smile with my yellowed unbrushed crooked teeth and nodded slowly to send him packing. but he stood firm, and despite his overweight posture, I knew there was no... punishing this one.

I stood, my lanky bony limbs hanging from my beaten shoulders, my skin practically a fleshy sack on my skull.

he stood by the door, matching with his yellow sick pudgy eyes, hands twitching even though the finger were tightly squished together.

he wore a large suit used for what seemed to be beekeepers or some sort of job dealing with very toxic waste.

he looked nervous... scared...

the same way so long ago that my friends at work did. when I plunged that needle into that man, and when they found my daughter. my sweet sweet beautiful daughter, whose blood with always stained my dreams, and even worse, my nightmares.

treatment...

treatment...

torture.

i was led to a room, just like my cell. white. four walls. a ceiling and floor. and a chair.

on one wall was actually a window, where the doctors watched as they spoke from a speaker and asked hours of questions, all hidden behind the tinted window.

I'm sure they were laughing too.

i sat on the table, and Collin blocked the door, still in his suit, his gloved hands holding on another.

the speaker squeaked before static had filled the room, like poisonous smoke in a gas chamber

"do you want to tell us what happened to Emily?"

I giggled.

"who?"

I heard a gulp than a sigh.

"your... your daughter... what did you do...?

"wellllll....I'll tell you. in fact, ill even tell you what I did with her itty bitty smushed bodyyy...."