Three:
Heather was strapped down to the table again. The massive panel descended with needles puncturing her body to the bones. She screamed in fiery agony. My body blazed with the phantom pain of her experiments.
“I’m going to kill them! I’ll kill them all one day!”
The young teen snarled aloud, knowing her every sound and word was being recorded. She promised them all death, hatred was all she knew. Her world was alive with the ever-waking terror of their malice. The people who acted as if their intentions were noble, only served to create more hell for the children they held.
Heather vaguely recalled the story of Peter Pan, and she couldn’t help but compare herself to the lost boys from that story. Only, being a lost child was not some glorious thing in her world. She was the true
