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This is my mind at 5 A.M.
A baby takes it's first few wobbly steps before becoming a toddler.
The toddler ambles forward, the next few steps taken by a young girl.
The young girl continues to walk and becomes a tween.
After a few more paces forward the tween is a teenager.
The teenage girl strides forward and becomes a mature woman.
However, before the woman can continue forward, two men in uniform take her by her arms.
She is unwillingly carried to a wide metal door.
One of the guards places a hand over her eyes and they pass through the doorway. The woman feels something warm brush by her before the guard moves his hand to reveal a white room.
The two guards pass her to another set of guards, who restrain her wrists and ankles with the cuffs attached to one of the walls.
Two men dressed in white lab coats and gloves, giving them the appearance of doctors, enter the room, one following the other, the shorter one in the back carrying a bread loaf-sized metal box.
The taller of the two strides over to face the restrained women, while the shorter opens up and retrieves a metal tool from the metal box. The object he hands to the taller doctor looks like a pen with a short, small, loose spring attached at one end.
The woman's eyes widen in horror and she lets out a shriek as the last thing she sees is the tool being jammed into each of her eyes. The woman hears a light thud as her two eyes are nonchalantly dropped on the floor, rolling around and leaving twin trails of blood.
The shorter doctor gives the taller a pure white bandana, which he uses to wipe the blood off the woman's face. He then proceeds to tie the bandana over the empty, blood-oozing eye sockets and around the her head.
The once white bandana is now dark red, for it's now sopping wet with blood, the excess slowly dripping down unhealthily ashen cheeks.
The woman whimpers softly as the shorter doctor takes out a spool of thread and scissors. He cuts a piece of thread, ties a knot at one end, hands it to the taller man, then pulls out a needle, which he also passes to the taller man.
Needle in one hand and thread in the other, the man pulls the thread trough they eye of the needle.
He grabs the woman's lower lip and jabs the needle through it, stopping her shaky breathing with a final surprised gasp before she goes completely silent. The man pulls the needle up through her upper lip before stabbing the needle through her lower lip again, repeating this process until her lips are sown shut.
Tiny streams of blood trickle down from her lips and meet up with the excess blood pouring out from under the blood-soaked bandana before streaming off the woman's chin as she shakes uncontrollably.
The taller man passes the bloodied needle back to the many carrying the metal box before the two exited the room.
The guards unlock the tight cuffs that had rubbed the woman's flesh raw and lead her out towards the door, where they trade her with another set of guards for a young man with a guard's hand covering his eyes.
I don't even know.
This has to do with corrupt government.
I'm not a paranoid freak.
Although you might want to read this. <-- click
Although I'm not sure I believe all that stuff.
Anyways, I'm totally sane.
Honestly.
Stop not-believing.
>:C
 -CaRcInOgEnIc-mAr- · Wed Jul 13, 2011 @ 05:38am · 0 Comments |
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