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[cringy-writing]

It was a big scandal back in the day; big corporations run by the government had been taking young people and running experiments on them, keeping them in their labs until the subjects passed, or worse.

Aurora was one of those people. Taken at age five, and having been brutally tortured for the sake of "science" and "the future," she had little, almost no recollection of anything other than life at the lab. Sadly, when they got busted, they couldn't even bother to set her free, leaving her in this wretched building for God knows how long.

The eerie melody of her humming carries throughout the building, her voice and the sound of blood dripping down her cold, pale, wounded body being the only sounds heard.

She looks defeated, and her eyes are dead, hopeless, as if she's accepted that this is her life, and this is how it will end. Her arms are held above her, at an angle, so they are stretched out, the blood running from her wrists to her fingertips stains her flimsy, long white dress.

She continues humming, as if the pain didn't bother her, as if her bones weren't visible, as if her lips weren't so cracked she couldn't move them, as if the bags under her eyes weren't her darkest feature... as if her white hair wasn't stained with blood, which dripped down her forehead as her head hung low.

At the sound of footsteps, her eyes snap open, and her head darts up, panic in her eyes, her pupils dilated. In a rough, barely audible voice, she speaks, "Do not come near me"

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"Agh bloody hell," she exclaims as she opens the cabinets only to find 3 cans of Chef Boyardee left.

"Damn it!" She turns to her brother, "This storm has been going on for days now, and all we have left are 3 Chef Boyardee cans...and it's only 11 am.

Her brother turns to her, eyes wide, mouth agape. "There's no way. We've been rationing our food well." There was a somewhat accusatory tone in his voice, and he narrowed his eyes at her. "Unless..." he trails off.

"Dont you dare." She points at him, almost in warning. "I know your fat ass been snacking," she mirrors his expression, then sighs.

No one knew how long this storm would last, and they have 3 cans of Chef Boyardee to ration for 2 people for God knows how long. Its not like they could leave their house. There wasn't even power. Their only source of entertainment was board games, and those were getting boring. Now, they were low on food, just what they needed.

"Now what?"

She sighs and shrugs at her brother, "We'll have to eat a can a day for the both of us. It's the only way I see this working out"

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It's raining, and the wind's beating against the window panes. She lay in bed, staring at the ceiling. Her stomach growls, but the thought of getting up is too much.

She grabbed her phone and began scrolling, trying to distract herself from the emptiness inside. There are no notifications awaiting her. The silence is broken only by the pattering rain and the ticking of the clock.

Outside, the wind continues to howl, the sound reminiscent of a lost loved one, the past, or things that could have been.

The rain against the window seems to match the beat of her heart. There was no light in the room except the mooshine. It almost seemed peaceful. It would've. But her heart was destroyed, and her mind was racing.

Her dry phone only reminded her that no one actually cares about her. No one actually loves her. She's just there to take up space, to be a side character in someone's story. Her best friend and ex made that clear. She had no one and would never have anyone. The howling of the wind seemed to match her shaky breaths as she tried not to cry.

Who was she kidding? She wasn't strong enough for this kind of pain, loneliness, heartbreak, and emptiness. She wasn't strong at all, really.

She curls herself in a ball, hugging her pillow as she sobs. She sobs uncontrollably with no one to console her. No one to rub her back and tell her it'll be alright. There was no one to run their fingers through her hair and hug her until she felt better.

She was alone, the rain running down the window, matching the tears running down her cheeks.