Kidnapped

Chapter 39

Warning! This chapter and the next ones WILL contain suicide thought + attempts and cutting. Please skip these chapters if you aren't sure that you can handle these things! If you skip these chapters know that y/n was in prison.

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A shock goes through my body and I immediately open my eyes when the pain makes my body shake. The doctor that had injected me with the liquid that made my body stiffen leaves. Two guards follow behind him, leaving me completely alone.

"No! Don't lock me up!" I yell, trying to stand up but my body barely responds "Please don't. ."

I turn my head, needing to take in the room that i'm in but I've got a feeling that I'll have time enough to do so. The walls, ceiling and floor are white.

There's a bed, a toilet, a sink, a table and a chair. I'm glad to see that the blanket on my bed is dark green and the table and chair are made out of wood. At least some coloring in here.

Tears start to stream down to my cheeks but I couldn't care less. My life has gotten so complicated after the car crash. I didn't expect otherwise but I didn't think that I'd time travel, have powers and be locked up in prison. This is just crazy.

If I had just stayed with my parents then this wouldn't have happened. If I had put away my love towards Five in the very start, I wouldn't be in this situation. I wouldn't have been broken at all.

I spend days crying, yelling and trying to get a way out of the room. But there weren't any unless the door that had a guard guarding it every single hour of the day.

There weren't any sharp objects either, which I also have looked for. Those would be handy to hurt the guard if the door ever opened but it rarely did.

No, it wasn't only for the guard. It was for me. I needed to see my own blood again. I needed to see it streaming out of my cuts. I needed to see the red.

The same person gave me three meals each day and he tried to convince me to eat more than just a few bites but I never did. Time flew and the man's black curls got longer, telling me that I've been in this room for a month or two.

Jacob, the man with the black curls, kept trying to make me eat but since he couldn't enter the room, he couldn't do anything. I only drank the metallic tasting water that they gave me. Their meals weren't looking edible and I just didn't feel hungry.

It didn't take long until Jacob asked more guards and agents to come so they could convince me to eat a bit more than just two bites every meal. I heard that they asked the handler if they could come inside my cell so they could force me to swallow the food but she wouldn't allow it.

She's smart. She knows that if someone tried to come in that I'd do everything to escape, even killing a person. I am going crazy in this white room and she knows that. Everyone does.

There's even a camera hanging in a corner of my room. They film every movement that I make.

The guards and agents got even more worried when I also stopped drinking. That's when they told the handler that they had to do something.

"Y/n, what's going on?" The handler shakes me out of my thoughts. Thoughts. Let's just say that she stopped me from staring at the white wall just like I have been doing for the last weeks.