My name is TOR81, well that's what they call me in the hospital anyway. What would you do if you woke up in a plain white hospital, surrounded by strangers not knowing who you are, would you try to escape, or would you stay like a good girl.
"Who are you?" "Jackson" My voice screams in a raspy cry and my senses burn. Blood runs through my veins like lava, and my skin feels like it is about to explode. Colours wash in front of me, tiger orange, silky black. My fingertips itch with pain, and something pulls from underneath them. "What's happening to me?"...