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Can't Trust a Girl in Blue

Chapter 3 - The Great Hendowski

The girl awakens, gasping for air. Where was she? Panic engulfs her as she can’t move her mouth to yell. She feels her face franticly with both hands. She has no mouth. Just stitches over her lips. Eyes full of tears as she struggles to breathe. Tugging on the stitches till her chin is soaked in blood.

She searches the room. Seeing nothing but the bed she awoke on and a door. A door. She races for it. But finds no handle, nothing to grasp onto or turn. She pushes with all her weight. It won’t budge even a little bit. Terror still overwhelming, she searches for any way out, feelings all over the room. The peeling paint of the walls make the air dry and dusty. She looks down at her clothes. Plain light blue t-shirt and a pair of black undies. The sheets on the bed match her shirt. Confusion, pain, and fear all mixed with her tears. Blood drips as she pulls on her stitches.

She looks at the door. The door open. She runs for it, only to be stopped by an unseen force. Black gloved hands pull on her shirt. Then cover her eyes and she feels a hand pull off the little clothes she had on. Water touches her skin. Ice cold water, under even colder hands. Rather than the hands feeling, they were almost scrubbing. Cleaning? Why clean her? Then more cold water drenches her. A towel runs over her whole body, still unable to see. But she quits fighting. Rather let them finish, almost trusting them. The hand uncovers her eyes.

“Don’t speak,” says the boy above her. He couldn’t be much older than 19. His dark eyes looking down at hers, somehow finds herself trying to trust him. Not struggling. “Get to bed. Sleep. Tomorrow you need to be worried but today be thankful for a washing Autumn.” He hands her new clothes taking her other ones.

Autumns brown eyes terrified. She shakes but makes no other movement as the tall and very thin boy leaves the room, shutting the door behind him. Short moments go by before the lights go off. She forgets where the bed is, feeling for it all over. Relief when her hands grasp around the metal headboard. Climbs in and covers up. Lays in wake till her eyes can’t stay open anymore. Sleep consumes.


Notes

Autumn and her caretaker. Background info. Just keep reading xP

Title by of Mice & Men <33

Don't forget to smile :3

Comments

@Another_Reckless_Killjoy
Haha x3 I promise im not stalking u

kpjbb12 kpjbb12
1/6/14

What A Conicedence, take the S of Owens (Matthew) and you would get my fathers name :')

@carleykilljoy1129
Thanx <3 u hav no idea how much that really means to me. I really hav been having troubles in life and I think imma try to reflect myself more through Echo lik I hav been and hope I can get this story finished x3

kpjbb12 kpjbb12
12/29/13

Al

@kpjbb12
Your welcome I enjoy it a lot when u update its a twist its different then anyone else writes its unique and that's what mcr was about I'm not gonna pressure you to continue if you do not wish but most of the best stories go unfinished and forgotten and I'm rambling but I just want you to no I will always read and enjoy your work