Yami Shorts

  Tamed Freedom Withelé woke up. She was in a white hospital room lying on a white bed. It would have been very comfortable if her body was not in pain. She looked down to see that her body was covered in bandages. She tried to get up and explore her surroundings but a woman with brunette hair and green eyes stopped her.  "W-where?" "In a secret hospital." Came a familiar voice. "Mr Whiskers! " "Yes, Eva, it's me and you are safe now." "W-where-" "Have I been?" She nodded. "Trying to find help. However, try not to ask too many questions. Rocky will give you the answers in time." Her face brightened up slightly. "He-he's alive?" "Yes and he had to do quite a number on you, so get some rest and heal." He said as he bumped his paw on her head. She looked at the brunette woman who was either a nurse or a doctor. She looked at her deep green eyes. Her eyes dropped to her name tag; Dr Joanne Pri

  Defeat It had been an entire month until Withelé felt slightly better physically. Her mother had forced water and  food down her throat and used pills to keep it down. She would even give her pills to get and keep her asleep so that she would get the sleep that she needed. Her temperature broke but only slightly. She remembered that she had rambled on a great deal during this. "Please don't make me kill! Please don't make me kill again." She remembered that she smiled at this. She placed a hand on her head. It did not feel malicious but more like a nurturing mother. "No." With that she knew that she cried like a baby. She felt her mother stoke her like as if she was comforting her.  If only mummy weren't so evil. I wish she was good. "Oh did you forget?" "No." "Then why don't you learn to control your thoughts?" "I can't. I wish that I could, but I can't! I wish I didn't have to either! I wish that you

  White Death Withelé scrubbed her hands until they started to bleed. The pain was nothing compared to the pain that she was going through. Her head had barely touched the pillow before she was dragged into the world of her nightmares. She saw the faces that she had killed looking down at her. They had multiple weapons in their hands and they were marching towards her. "You killed us! You killed us! You killed us and now we are going to kill you!" They said in unison.  "It wasn't my fault! It wasn't my fault! She made me do it! I couldn't stop it! I couldn't stop it! I couldn't stop it! I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" "Sorry is not going to bring us back now is it?" They said as they came closer and closer. "No. No. No. No! NO!" She woke up screaming. She looked around and spotted that it was only a nightmare. She calmed her breath as she sat there, crying and trembling.  What is this woman doing to me? How much

  Mothers' Daughter Withelé sat on her own on the bed in the room that her mother had given her. She was alone with her thoughts. She stared at her hands. They had more blood on them and they continued to feel dirty. She had to find a way to break her mothers' control over her. She knew that she would have to do it fast. Her gut told her that she would end up running out of time if she was too late. Yet even though the situation seemed hopeless she knew that there must be something that her mother does that controls the nanites inside her body. Thy there must be. But how? I mean there must be something in place to prevent me from doing what I did in the hotel. Maybe maybe not? Just think about it, everytime she controls me she puts her hand in her pocket or in her bag. This must mean that she has a remote control that controls them! But what about in the hotel?  Maybe she was spying on me? Well that would be just like her wouldn't it? Look at her only daughter tearing herse