I gazed up at the ceiling, just letting tears pour down my face. I did not know what to do. I know one thing: I will never forgive my father for what he has done. He Drugged me, and dragged me to this place.
I trusted my dad all my life. He was there for me whenever i needed help. And now, thinking back, i should of cherished those moments. If only i knew what he was then.
I hear my cell door creak open, and out came my dad.
i jump up, off my bed, ready for anything.

"Hello, my Daise", My dad starts.

There is a period of silence. Then, he says

"I love you. You know that? And I am sorry. So,So sorry"

"NO!", I say, gettng up from the cot. "Don't do that you're not allowed to act all father-ish, Cuz your surly aren't the man i grew up with. The dad i knew, who would never hurt me;not under any circumstances"

"Daisy"

i did not look up at him. I don't dare.

"DAISY. LOOK AT ME!"

"NO!!"

"what?"

"I said no"

"Fine", my father says, leaving.
I smile in triupth, under my long banks. It turns out, I smiled a second to soon. What I thought was my dad leaving for good, was really my dad leaving to fetch the guards.
"Take her", my dad orders the men.
"What?", I question, shocked. Whats that supposed to mean?
I barely have time to breathe, when Guard 1 and Guard 2 grap by the arms and put them behind my back.
"What are you dong?" I ask the 2 goons.
"Dad?"
I look at my father, pleading with my eyes to tell me what is going on. But I can't seem to catch his eyes.
The gaurds start to drag me out of the cell.
"Dad?"
I try to catch his eye. This time I do. But I wish didn't. His eyes were black as night.
"This has to happen Daise"
"Dad? Why are you doing this?"
The gaurds and I are almost to the door.
"Dad, tell them to stop. DAD!!"
"Daise, stop fighting"
"DAD!!!"
"I SAID STOP!!!"
I do as he says, transfixed. It seems as if I can't move. And niether can the guards. We just stand there. That is, until my dad looses my attention and I am not frozen anymmore. Deciding I need to do this quik and do this now, I backflip, landing on the goons, knockng them out. I then puch my dad in the nose.
I head for the metal door at the end of the hall,, outside of the cell, only to meet up with more guards. I stop in my tracks and turn around only to be pulled back by the other goons.
"dammit!"
"You shouldn't have run, Daise"
I see my dad with a bloody tisse on his nose.
"Now. Lets see what your friends have to say to you", my dad says, smiling.
What? What was my dad talking about? My friends were gone. Gone, along with my freedom.
Now, even more gaurds are handleing me. And no matter how much I struggled, I couldn't get out.

Couldn't do anything.
Nothing but scream.

"I THOUGHT YOU LOVED ME DAD!! I REALLY BELIEVED YOU DID!!"
Now we are turnng the corner, and I am only able to hear him say three words:


"You thought wrong"


.................................................................................................


It's hopeless to fight. I know that now.
I am approaching a pair of steel doors, when I hear a scream. That scream sounds so familiar. So, so familiar. It sounds like...no, it can't be.
We enter the room.
"Celia?" I ask.
"Daise?"
"Celia, what are you doing here? Are you hurt?"
"Daise, I don't think you should be talking to me"
"Why? Your my best friend"
"Used to be"
A man steps out of thee shadows.
"This girl used to be your best friend, Daise" , the man says,"Now, she is are little pet", the man says, touching Celias' face. She winces. And I now see there is a big briuse on her face.
"Celia?"
"He's right. I am not your friend anymore", Celia breathes deeply, as if this is hard for her to say.
"What are you talking about, Celia? Of course I am your best friend. All I want to know is what you are doing here"
"She is" starts the man, "being experimented on" And then the man smiled a cruel smile.
"What?"
I look at Celia.
"He's right"
"That can't be. You-guards, will you please let me go?"

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Texte: dont copy me
Tag der Veröffentlichung: 19.07.2011

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