Feet flying over the stones and twigs, screaming until there’s no more air left in her lungs. Blood dripping down her inner-thigh once again. Her feet pounding hard against the grass as she runs away from the pain in her stomach. Her lungs strained as she tried to run, to escape from the blood that kept appearing ever so often. Coming to an uncalled-for halt, she finds herself on the soil. Standing up she stares at her hands covered in in the blood, confusion filling up her head. Why does this misfortune happen all of the time, she wonders. Collapsing on the ground from the ache in her lower stomach, her eyes blur. The weird liquid keeps falling from her eyes. It hurts. Hurts inside. She rises and starts to lumber back to her home.
Food. A boar is strolling about in the tall grass, nit-picking at the mud that it had just found. Pushing away the dirt to find roots to munch. Prowling her way through the meadow; she hurdles her way towards the prey. Waiting patiently, she sees the boar facing the other direction completely oblivious. Hollering, she pounces on the boar and shoves her hand down its throat, reaching to the rock that was by her side she strikes its head until there is silence. She rips apart the body and devours it immediately. That would last her enough until the next time she eats. She roughly wipes her mouth with the back of her hand and continues back home. The walk was as if it was a gorilla. Clumsy and uncomfortable to the eye. A loud, sharp rotor sound comes from above. She looks abruptly. Fear. She ducks down close to the ground and lays flat. The tall grass hiding the body ever so slightly. As the light shines down on her, she slams her hands to her ears to silence the deafening sound as it grows louder by the second. The wind starts viciously picking up from the blade that allows it to fly hitting her from all direction.
As soon as this large object calmed down on the matted grass, she emerged from her hiding spot and took off running. The adrenaline coursed through her veins as the nape of her neck covered with a layer of sweat. She heard yelling but didn’t know what was making that noise. Even though she was so curious, she didn’t look back. Once she finally made it to her home she reflected on what had happened. A huge bird object was making a lot of noise and let out many other loud beings from inside of it. Since she didn’t get the chance to inspect those smaller beings; she didn’t know what they were. She absolutely knew that she’s never seen them since they were yelling foreign noises, communicating with one another in a tongue no one knows here. She made her way to her bed and thoughts kept barricading her mind. She later fell asleep to nature singing a calming melody.
The Americans waited quietly for the subject to fall asleep. They have followed her to a house that has looked like it hasn’t been managed in years. There were the greenest pines growing in, out, and on the house. The subject was lying on a bed with a mattress on it, it was evident that it was worn out since springs were poking out of it. The Americans recorded everything they saw and started taking pictures of the house and the subject. After earlier conversation, they all came to a conclusion that the subject was a feral child and is incapable of any human interaction. They have brought a decent dose of Benzodiazepine to put this troubled youth to sleep. It was hard to fathom what the age of the subject was, but they have estimating 12-17 years of age. It was clear that this girl was at a mature enough age as she is currently menstruating.
A female prepared the syringe of Benzodiazepine and carefully made her way to the subject making sure not step on anything that could potentially awaken it. The subject was in a very deep sleep which shows that it is still a young being. As she approached the subject, she noticed the putrid smell. It felt as if the smell would burn her nose hairs. Right after, she noticed how filthy the patient was. The ends of her hair looked as if someone took a knife and tore them off. The actual human was a mess but looking at the abandoned home, it was clean. As clean as it could get, obviously, but it was quite nice. The old furniture was intact and there were toys. The toys were all in surprising condition. It only looked as if it was worn from the years but no rips. Nothing. They were all lined up against the wall from largest to smallest. Looking back at the subject, the American inserted the needle into the patient’s arm, pushing in the liquid. She noticed the subject cuddling an old teddy bear. Pressing it hard into her chest, her eyes squinted, and she was breathing hard. It was clear she was having a bad dream when a tear broke free from her eye. The body calmed as the medication started working. Two males entered the house and one picked up the body as the other collected all of the things his eyes could see into a duffel bag. They carried the subject to the helicopter and made their way back to America.
Her head was pounding. She moved her jaw to feel the dryness in her mouth. Not wanting to fully wake up, she tried to roll over to her side but felt constricted. After another attempt she realised she couldn’t move. All of her muscles flexed and her heart fell to her stomach as it started pounding in her ears. She opened her eyes and looked around to find herself in a white room under covers and feeling around to find herself held back by some sort of rope. Her body numbed, confusion filled her mind. All the questions that were possible wouldn’t exit her and she screamed. Screamed so loud she thought her vocal cords would break. People rushed into the room so quickly. Everything was blurred at how fast-paced it was. There were bright flashes filling the room, blinding her. She froze. Not knowing what to do. She doesn’t know what they are and couldn’t recall anything. Her mind has also froze. Her blood was icy and her muscles tense. The noise faded and she closed her eyes. She finally breathed out after holding it for eternity. She imagined her house. She imagined the figure. The one that looked like her; hugging her. The figure embracing her as if nothing else mattered. The figure’s hair tickling her shoulder. She kept replaying that in her mind, cancelling out everything around her.
The female observed the subject. Her eyes closed and a smile appeared. It was obvious the girl went to her happy place, there is so much going on. Her face kept scrunching and releasing ever so often. The female looked around and saw all of the doctors talking amongst themselves and to her. All desperately trying to get her attention. She kept her eyes closed, not wanting to uncover the truth that surrounded her. They were all debating on the subject’s age before, saying a bunch of scientific words to prove anything. It was obvious to the woman: it was a child. A broken one.
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