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The white walls of the room were suffocating, like the life of the room was sucked dry, like no fun was invented here. The boy knows this after all he's been here for years- well not years, he just survived here for a few weeks, the weeks felt like years, he doesn't know what time it is, is it night? Day? He didnt really know, he's never been outside before once he arrived here, he feels like the white welcomes him, the white is safe to him, he ignores the bloody screams and wails of the other children, the children that are getting surgeries, that are getting ripped apart from the inside out, a few died really, not that much, and by few he means thousands died by the surgeries, by the punishments that the staff gives, be good, be perfect, and you won't get a punishment, thats what they said, the boy traces the stitches from his latest surgery, he still feels them, cutting him open, moving their hands inside him, and tearing either an organ or bone out and putting in a new one from.. Something.. The boy followed the rules, he was good, he was perfect, they lied to him, no matter if you follow the rules, being a good kid, or being perfect, they will find a way to punish you. The boy knows this of course, he's been punished more than once, he was sitting in the farthest corner of the room, the safe corner, he calls it, the staff can't see him if he's in the safety corner, the boys eyes were empty, glassy, dead, he was thinking, thinking of why he was here, why they favored him to be alive instead of the other children, he didn't know, he thought of the incident, the reason why they kidnapped him and made him lose his memories, it plays on repeat, over and over and over again, its been in his mind on repeat for the last few days or really ever since the first day he came here, he remembered something horrifying, the reason why he can't be near any other children, the reason why staff always have a collar, or necklace on him, he heard when he was walking down the white dimly lit halls of the building, going to his next surgery, he heard them in the break room, his guard or caretaker, said "He's like a haunted doll, never blinks, it freaks me out sometimes!" He heard a response from another caretaker or guard "Tell me about it! I heard him one day, talking to himself, except he was starring at the wall on the other side of the room! Its like he's insane!" He didn't know what they were talking about, but he did know one of those things got this necklace, or collar on him. He hates the way it rubs his skin, hates the way it was too tight, he hates it deeply. He, like every other child here, wears a white patient dress, he likes it, its soft, and its comfy. He stares at his teddy bear, the yellow teddy bear that was given to him by the staff, its soft, its nice, its his, that was the only thing the staff ever gave him, the only way he can tell that the staff is nice, by actions, by gifts, the staff is never nice, he knows this, after all he witnessed the staff kill a child, just for smiling, he never smiles and knows the consequences for that very simple action, he grabs his yellow teddy bear, he named it torture, because nothing in this place is fun, theres only torture, only pain, only consequences for every nice action, his light honey brown eyes scan the room, just white, thats the only color in this place, besides red from blood, and Torture because he's yellow, he heard his metal iron white door open with a creak, he stands up, back straight, no movement, mouth a straight line, he holds Torture to his chest, never letting go.