I could feel my whole body on fire as the guards picked me up from the chair.
I was too weak to fight back, too weak to even say something. The doctor looked at me with sorrow in her eyes, as Rumlow looked as if he'd finally got what he'd been wishing for years.
The guards carried me out of the room, letting my bare feet drag along the cold concrete.
My head down, my body limp. I heard whispers and shuffling, not wanting to lift my head to see them.
The guard unlocked the thick metal door, throwing me inside, my body colliding with the wall across from it.
I kept my eyes closed. Even if I didn't know who I was, or where I was, I knew it wasn't good. He shut the door, slamming it.
Immediately I felt a hand on my shoulder, I flinched, picking myself up and backing into a wall. He had medium length brown hair. Steel blue eyes. He had a crimson long sleeved shirt on, with black jeans. But what stood out most was his metal arm.
His gaze radiated worry. Did I know him? No, I didn't even know myself how could I know him.
He lunged forward at me before I hugged my knees to my chest, burying my head between them.
"пожалуйста, не делай мне больно" (please don't hurt me.)
I quietly sobbed.
Why was I speaking Russian? I knew English, but I couldn't spit it out.
His flesh hand rested on my knee, "Я не причиню тебе вреда, я обещаю"
(I'm not, I won't hurt you I promise.)
The man spoke back to me, he understands.
Hearing him say that, gave me the courage to look at him.
As I lifted my head my eyes met with his, he looked sad.
I could feel tears streaming down my cheeks. My ponytail almost falling out. But my eyes were so heavy, it was hard to keep them open.
"что они сделали с тобой"
(What have they done to you.)
He whispering, thinking I couldn't hear him.
"кто ты?"
(Who are you?)
I asked, maybe seeing if I could remember him.
"Это Джеймс, я знаю тебя всю твою жизнь."
(It's James, I've known you your whole life."
His brows furrowed, as a small tear shed from his eye.
Silence overtook us for a moment, as we stared at each other.
"кто я?"
(Who am I?"
I could feel the tears now flowing as loud sobs filled the small room. He looked at me, now also sobbing. I couldn't help but fall into his chest, crying as he held me tight.
"о кукла, мне так жаль. мне так жаль"
(Oh doll I'm sorry, I'm so so sorry.)
I couldn't respond, I didn't know who I was, or where I was. I didn't know where I was from or even my name. Everything was gone.
Who am I?
A/n: sorry this chapter is kinda shit, It's 4 am and I've been up also making videos for my TikTok so it's all just a lot right now.
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