More Dreaming

Staring at the door. All I am doing is staring at the door asking myself why I am here. Have I done something wrong? I guess I will never know. The door opens. Laura comes in with the other woman, I think her name is Kelly. Someone is with them. A little girl, like myself, she has long straight black hair... with no eyes. Just black spots where her eyes would be. How very weird. Laura lets me out of the chains and I sit down.

“Hello” the girl says and smiles at me. I smile back. “Do you not talk?” I look up at Laura and Kelly, then at the floor. Laura and Kelly leave the room and close the door. The girl takes my hand and puts it to her heart. “I’m scared to. These people do weird things to me. I can now see through walls. This is a very strange place”

“Hmm” I murmur.

“You do talk?”

“Kind of”

“What do you mean?”

“Hmm... well.... I just don’t talk in front of them people. They scare me. I’m so very confused”

“I am to. They don’t tell me a lot. They come in my room a lot and do tests on me. But... that’s it”

“They do that to me to” there is a pause. We smile at each other. The door opens, Kelly and Laura come in. Laura picks the girl up and leaves the room. Kelly picks me up sits me on the wooden stool. She picks my hands up and puts then back in the chains. She leaves the room and locks the door behind her. I am now back to staring at the door questioning my life.  

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