I See You

Dean

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⚠Fucked Up Scene at Amelia's part⚠

Time waits for no one.

I needn't to be reminded.

Yet, as I stare at the sleeping beauty before me, she seems not to be ageing.

Skin pale, lips dry, eyes closed, body rigid but still, she looks as flawless as the day I first laid eyes on her.

Our.......relationship was what one would call, an abomination, in the eyes of my father that is, and like him, I was stubborn to adhere to his words.

Three years, not an update, aside from usual seizures she'd have, Amelia was pretty, sober.

I reached down, to push her curly her out of her face

"Anderson" Distaste immediately coursed through my veins at the mention of my name. I turned and faced the one person who I would love to see writhing in pain.

"Father" I begrudgingly acknowledged

Dressed in an all-black suit, hair hanging loosely at the base of his neck, my father slowly approached me.

"The organization called" He began and I slightly rolled my eyes and remained silent "They've been targeted"

I kissed my teeth and for the first time in a three years, met his eyes.

"And of what use is this information?" I asked, my eyes in slits as I studied the man who had trained me to be who I am today

"Your presence has been demanded" 

Incredulously, I laughed and took a few steps back, enabling my self to lean on the wall

"No" My father was never one to go against but he knew that even I had a line he dared not to cross.

"The situation is non-negotiable " He said sternly but I remained unfazed. No one would make me do something I didn't want to do

"And my answer remains invariable, no"

"You speak like you have more important things to attend to" He said and my temper rose knowing fully well what he was trying to do.

"As a matter of fact, I do"

"The girl is dea-" Not a second was wasted and I had him against the wall, my hand wrtapped tightly around his neck

"Don't....you...dare...finish that sentence" I warned, tightening my hold on him and he only choked in responce, his hands clawing at mine to release him "Or I swear to God, I will kill you and we both know, not a soul would avenge you"

I let him fall to the floor,gasping for air

"Do you not see?" He asked but no reply came from me "She is your weakness"

"Get out" My temper managed to subside and nothing was heard aside from the beeping machine

"This would be the last time you hear or see me Dean My back was turned to him, a sign of disrespect "You will regret your decision" My facade remained that of one who was visibly nonchalant.

He called me by my name

In reality, I feared the man but I would never let him be aware of that.

Once I was positive he had left, I walked to Amelia.

I love her, I vowed to never let her go.

Perhaps my father was right, maybe she would never wake up.

I picked up my phone and dialed the doctors number, he picked at the first ring.

"Mr. Anderson, how may I help you?" I slipped my ring off and placed on the side table before walking out the door.

"You know what to do" I replied as I pullled my jacket on

"S-sir, are you sure? We can run a few tests if you would like, I wouldn't suggest that you-"

"I don't remember asking for your suggestions." I said and looked back at the one who held my heart

She is your weakness

"Do it" I ordered through gritted teeth

"Yes sir." Once the line went dead, I walked out of the hospital, not sparing it a second glance.

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The sick bay was not the easiest place to find but I found it.

It didn't look like I was supposed to see what was inside.

The walls were green and there was one bed that had iron restraints on them.

Flashes frorm my time spent in the ECT room fogged my brain and I almost lost complete control of my legs.

This didn't look like a sick bay

There was a small window, I walked up to it and placed my hands on it, trying to see through but I couldn't.

Why would the message ask me to come here??

The door to the room suddenly slammed shut, interrupting my thoughts and I inhaled deeply as I turned to face the man, person, who had shut the door and when I came face to face with it, my heart stopped

The pest control mask on his face scared me to death and my eyes remained open.

I wanted to move, tried to move, but my legs wouldn't budge.

It hada a long black cloak that swept the floor and as it made its way towards me, it looked like it were gliding.

My eye managed to drift downwards and I saw it had a hook for its right hand.

Suddenly, it stopped moving.

Its head was down and my legs found their senses, as I went to move, its head snapped up

My heart rate tripled and tears were begging to be released

In the blink of an eye, I was strapped to the bed, a tray filled with metal objects stood beside me.

"What are you doing?!" I screamed but I didn't get a reply

Tears had began to stream from my eyes as I thrashed from side to side

"Please! You're making a big mistake. I'm begging you!" As I continued to scream and plea for my life, a static sound blared from a mii speaker which I had now noticed was attached to the wall

"Patient 742E9, Real Name: Amelia Davis, Age: 22. Case 1, begin" My sobs got louder as I watched as the masked man picked up a slim, long syringe.

Third Person p.o.v

The masked man flicked the tip of the syringe and made his way to Amelia.

The girl never stopped begging, never stopped thrashing.

A thick gloved hand held her head in place, angling her neck, exposing her veins to him.

Amelia tried her luck one more time

"Please" Was all she could muster before a strong dose of LSD was injected, swimming through her blood stream.

Solitude

Some people wish for money, some for love, for happiness and some, they just want peace.

To be alone, to be sane.

The lake waters were calm and so was Amelia.

It was a Sunday, 4pm to be exact, it was Amelia's time to be alone.

She hummed a certain song to herself as she closed her eyes and enjoyed the feeling of the cool air rushing through her hair and hitting her skin.

A pair of familiar hands soothed her shoulders and kissed them, Amelia tilted her head to the side, knowing who it was.

"Missing me already?" She asked and received a throaty laugh in response

"mm, perhaps, come inside it's cold out here" He said and even though Amelia would love to spend more time out, she concluded it was for the best.

"Alright, i'll be in, in a minute" She said but as soon as the words left her lips, she was hoisted into the air byu her prince charming

" I know you too well to know you're lying" Dean said and spun her around, causing Amelia to laugh as he carried her into their home

Amelia shushed her husband and asked him to drop her, which he obliged to and quirked a brow at his wife.

No footsteps were heard as the couple made their way to the living room, the television was on it's lowest volume but Amelia knew better.

As she approached the sofa from behind, she counted to three before jumping and screaming 'boo!'

As expected, her three children were all scared but giggled and jumped when they saw it was their mother

"Works every time" Amelia said in triumph "How are my babies this evening?" She asked as she smothered them all in kisses that they pretended not to want

"Mama look!" Her youngest boy, Sam said "I lost a tooth" Amelia gasped as her son displayed the gap inbetween the rest of his teeth

"Someone's going to see the tooth fairy tonight" Amelia said and Sam could only jump up and down in excitement

"Mama, how come I didn't get to see the tooth fairy?" Her second born, Liesel said with a pout and Amelia carried her and placed her on her lap.

"Come, let me tell you the legend of the tooth fairy" Her children wasted no time in gathering at her feet, legs crossed and hand on their chin.

"Legend has it that the tooth fairy is ver shy and when she comes to collect teeth, she sprays her magical dust over children so they fall into a deep sleep" Liesel's mouth fell agape and she folded her arms

"B-but I like her, maybe we could be friends. She doesn't need to be shy mummy" Amelia smiled at her kids

"Maybe, if you're all good and allow me to have a nice shower, i'll tell you a secret on how to see her before she goes" Immediately, her children scurried along and Amelia stood up, stretching before making her way up the stairs

"You sure you don't need any help love?" Dean asked as he winked and sent his signatgure smile her way but Amelia playfully stuck her tongue out at him

"I'm very capable thank you very much" And with that, she stormed off into their room

Her bath was pleasant, nothing's better than a hot shower on a cool day.

As Amelia wrapped her body with a towel, the room got cold quickly and she rubbed herarms repeatedly

"I hope it doesn't rain" She said to herself

Once she was dressed,she began her descent to her beloved family.

Something was off and it wasn't just the lights.

Amelia smiled to herself

"I am the scare master, you're going to have to work harder, if you think a trick of the light would stop me, you're all terribly wrong" She said

Naturally, one of her kids would have laughed by now.

But none of this was natural

Amelia's smile faltered and she reached for the switch and flipped it on.

Dan, Liesel and Sam were seated at the table, mashed potatoes served on their plates sat before them, still steaming hot.

Dean, was no where in sight.

"Liesel, Sam, Dan?" Amelia called out but her kids never uttered a word.

This was an Oscar performance, but Amelia was not impressed

Heart beating wildly, she walked carefully as her breathing became shallow.

The conjuring had nothing on the way her three children all snapped their heads to look at their mother simultaneously

"We've been waiting for you mother" They all said in unison and Amelia began hyperventilating.

"D-dean, if this is some sort of sick joke, you can stop now" Amelia said, still trying to convince herslef that everything was fine

She turned her head to the door leading out to the patio but when she still didn't see her husband, her gaze returned back to her kids, who

were no longer seated at the table.

It was at that moment Amelia did what she should've done in the very beginning

She screamed.

Amelia screamed so loud and turned to run back up the stairs, instead, she came face to face with a man, a thing, that looked strikingly familiar

And not in the good way

The masked man's hooked hand was now dripping with blood.

Amelia's fears were confirmed when she saw her three dead children lying behind it.

Bile rose in her throat but a sharp pain in her fingers cuased her to let out another high pitched scream.

And then, there was no house, no children, no lake.

It was just a green room, with a masked man , standing, holding a pair of pliers in his left hand.

Amelia then realized, she had been drugged.

None of it was real and she couldn't help but ask herself,

Was this?

Amelia lifted her fingers up, as much as she could but regretted the action as she screamed once more

Her finger nails were gone

All five of them.

From the other side of the room, emotionless expressions frozen on their faces, the mental practicioners circled around Amelia,their experiment like predators hunting down their prey. They watched as her head tilted to the side slightly and sh coughed violently sending a thin spray of crimson blood onto the clean white tile.

The masked man played with the knife in his hand as he approached his victim, his lip quivering with anticipation.

He stared blankly at his victim, the girl's face smeared with dirt and blood. She looked up at him, begging and pleading so much so.

The mask, there was a reason he wore one.

Expressions were not to be seen. Be it of remorse, happiness, it wasn't to be seen.

He himself had been expiremented on.

Some people enjoy knife play, torture, the type that could result to pleasure.

They say there's a thin line between pleasure and pain, unfortunately, the masked man leaned more to the aspect of pain.

He revelled in it.

And so, as he brought the knife down on Amelia's flesh, cutting it deeply, pleasurable tingles coated his skin as Amelia screamed.

Cut after cut after cut and finally, the girl had passed out.

For the fifth time that evening

Face white and blistering, eyelids swollen nearly shut, hair falling from the front of her forehead in thin clusters, the victim of experiment flinched ever so slightly at the wisp of air that came in contact with her broken skin

Black don't crack, the irony.

Her cries had come from deep within her chest, rabid animal sounds that twisted into raspy moans by the time they left her cracked lips.

She tried to say something, but it came out as nothing but a guttural bark.

"That's enough" Came a voice from the speaker again and Amelia's head rolled to the side. "Patient showed signs of struggle and stubborness, duration of experiment; 3 hours 45 minutes"

Three Hours

She had been tied down and tortured for three hours.

Amelia heard the door open and a man walked in, too worked out to focus, Amelia did not bother to try and make out the features or voice of the man.

Someone else walked in and released Amelia, she made no move to escape, that plan was far gone now.

She was far gone from sanity, reality.

Just as she was lifted from the bed she heard

"Same time tomorrow Anderson, don't be late"

The whole situation begged the question in Amelia's head;

What is reality?

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Is This The Real Life, Is This Just Fantasy?

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I ain't gonna lie to y'all, I don't know where this book is going :/

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