In school I 've learned that there are a total of five stages of grief - denial, anger, bargaining, depression, and acceptance. After learning of the truth of The Runaways Project, I was definitely no longer in denial that Hayden may have done this on purpose. My anger meter was beyond full and anyone who stood in my way were simply looking for trouble at this point.
Stage two, anger.
I was practically carried by Gerald to the elevator and all the way to the Spa, I struggled to escape from his grasp and screamed at him but he remained silent the entire time.
Upon arrival he had ordered several people to hold me down onto a hospital bed. I attempted to kick and punch whoever was in my range but was found unsuccessful, eventually they had strapped
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"Let me go! I need to talk to Hayden!" I screamed at them hopelessly. Maybe if I told them Hayden was coming down here they would stop, and maybe if I begged Hayden to let me off of this project I wouldn 't get my scholarship taken away.
Stage three, bargaining.
Not a soul responded, they continued to roll in a bunch of machinery and equipment gear. One of them had already put on a pair of gloves and turned on the bright lights above me. I cringed and closed my eyes at the bright light. There was nowhere to escape to, I was completely tied down and it didn 't look like they were going to untie me anytime soon. I had no control of my own body, nor did I have control of what they were going to do to me, and for that I started to weep.
Stage four, depression.
Perhaps my weeping had caught their attention, a woman hovered over me and strapped a breathing mask around my head. Her hands were gentle and she didn 't apply force over my head, instead she was calm and careful. Before I could even speak, the woman turned on a foreign wave of air that came through the tubes attached to the mask. I had no choice but to breathe in the strange air and realized what was happening.
"Just relax and sleep, you 'll be okay," she
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Out of all the bad things that happened to me today, this was the only good and I plan to cherish that moment.
"I 'm Gretchen, you can always come here for a makeover or if you want to talk, Miss Hayes," she smiled and led the way to the elevator. I followed her and hugged her goodbye, she was a fantastic companion to talk to and I definitely will come back often for the free spa treatments. Most spas are expensive and for someone like me, I wouldn 't know the first thing about taking care of myself.
As the elevator door opened I saw Hayden looking at his home, as he was about to step out he noticed I was standing right outside of the elevator. We were both surprised by this encounter, he looked stunned while I looked confused at the situation. He paused for a second but wasn 't speaking, then he pulled my arms and caused me to be dragged into the elevator and almost falling onto him. The elevator door slowly closed behind us and he pressed the fiftieth floor.
"You really could be more gentle," I rolled my eyes and took his hands off of
When they finally found me the next morning sleeping in the barn I thought for sure I was going to be beaten within an inch of my life. I was utterly amazed when they beat me lightly and were told to take care of me so as not to become ill.
I have lost weight-I now weigh 81 pounds, which is an improvement for when they found me, at 71 pounds. When they found me, they pumped a lot of chemicals into me so I would be able to survive. I was put in the hospital bed in the ambulance and they put an IV in me. I was fading in and out, for I had lost so much blood from the wound. They took Cowboy into the veterinarian ambulance, without exception. Cowboy had actually found food for himself, and an occasional bucket of water would be used for him to drink out of, if I could find water. I was very dehydrated though, when I was found. I was scared for one thing, but when my family laid their eyes on me, I was reassured I was to live. I was so thin and frail you could see my whole bones. This was not intended for. I was rushed to the ER and and could not remember anything, for I was too faint. After I had what felt like a million needles stabbed into me and had my body x rayed, along with them feeding me, I was know recovering in my hospital bed. I had been recovering in the ER f...
I didn’t know what happened, but worse, I didn’t know what was happening. The sounds of footsteps neared my body, but I was too hurt to react.
MY TORTURE PROFESSIONAL RETURNED AND SAID IT WAS TIME TO GET STARTED. I SUDDENLY FELT WEAK, AND THROUGH SOME UNKNOWN FORCE OF WILL, I FOLLOWED HIM INTO HIS STUDIO.
I blacked out. Minutes later I was hearing the medic lady trying to communicate with me while she was strapping me down to the stretcher.
Before I could even get one step on the wooden stairs he grabbed me by the wrist and yelled,” You should not have done that little boy.”
They pushed us into a big white room and I began to blink because the light hurt
I tried to duck down, but they had me at gunpoint. I couldn’t see; the flashing lights from the police cars were blinding me. One officer was behind me while the other one was in front. The officer behind me was putting handcuffs on my wrists. They dug into my wrists. The policeman guided me to the car and lowered me into it. We were headed to the jail.
My internal organs thumped against my chest as I dragged my bag along the carpet floor and into the corridor. As I walked into the long hall, I glanced up and noticed the sign telling me I could get on. My entire body could barely hold itself together with the anticipation of the monumental, dream-come-true event about to take place. I said to myself, "I'll soon be in the air." I slowed my pace to further enjoy what was happening. Swarms of people walked around me as I treasured knowing that one of my lifetime goals was now inevitably going to occur. The excitement and adrenaline running through my veins could have killed a horse.
As I saunter onto the school field, I survey the premises to behold people in coats, shielding themselves from winter's blues. The sun isn't out yet, but the place bursting with life and exuberance, with people gliding across the ice covered floor almost cat-like. The field is effervescent and despite the dire conditions, the field seems to have taken on a life of its own. The weather is bad and the ice seems to burn the skin if touched, yet the mood is still euphoric. The bare shrubs and plants about the place look like they've been whipped by Winter himself. The air is frosty and at every breath the sight of steam seems to be present. A cold, cruel northerly wind blows across the playground and creates unrest amongst some. Crack! The crisp sound of leaves is heard, as if of ice splitting and hissing. Squirrels are seen trying to find a point of safety, scurrying about the bare trees that lie around the playground. Mystery and enigma clouds the playing field, providing a sense of anticipation about the place. Who is going to be the person to spoil the moment? To kill the conversation?
But, it's so tempting, why get a little when I could get a lot? I weave back and forth picking up speed need to go one direction or the other. Left lane. Right lane. Left lane.
As I kept walking along, the scary people with masks that looked too good to be true touched me when I told them to stay away. I started freaking out; I didn’t know what to do. I mentioned to them that they weren’t allowed to get close to me,
At first, I did not take their threats seriously but I changed my mind very quickly after the torture began. When I refused, both men laughed with a smirk on their faces. They were evidently not very surprised with my response. I began to sweat greatly as the men grabbed the cage filled with spiders. I yelled for help as they poured thousands of large spiders on my body.
It was a beautiful day out, the sun was shining, music was playing and nothing could possibly go wrong. Then they showed up. Suddenly I’m being held up by both of my shoulders. I didn’t know what was happening. The only thing I could do was kick, scream and cry to the point where they’d have to let me go. But, they didn’t, I wished they did. All I could think about was why? Why are these people taking me away? I was hoping my Grandpa would come to my rescue and stop them. Wishing he wouldn’t have allowed those men to take me. I was terrified. No one was there for me, no one stopped them. Everyone watched, but they didn’t do anything to help. Why weren’t they helping me? My own family just letting it happen. I felt betrayed by the only people
"No. Your going back into the coffin. See that hole?? That is where I'm going to bury you. And if you struggle, you will get killed." He said, getting very angry. I was scared I had to run. He unhooked my straps on this chair, and I ran.