You broke the lock on the door, and that’s where you found her. Their treatments had left her unrecognizable. But you knew. You knew it was her. You’d beaten the lights and the sounds, the gas, the needles, all to find her. And now, together, you would escape.
The door clicked shut behind you. On the back was a mirror.
And when you saw how your hair and eyes had also drained of colour,
You forgot how to scream.