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her arms tightened around her knees && she tilted her head to trace her eyes over the mutt that had been following them. it’s wet fur was dirty from mud && other trash that littered the ground of the alley they were currently residents of. maybe if she tried hard enough she could simply wish it all away. if she closed her eyes real tight, she could almost see herself back in china, wrapped in her favorite blanket with her mother’s soothing voice warming her heart. it had been so long since she’d heard her mother’s lullabies, but if she tried hard enough she could remember every word. somehow hydra hadn’t taken that when they took everything else. 

what’s so bad about dying anyway ?? 

her memory vanished as grace’s voice found it’s way in && daisy was suddenly hit with the cold of the rain all over again. she can’t stop herself from asking though. maybe everything leading up to it is awful. hunger, torture, training. but if she died, maybe she could see her mama again. what else did she have to live for?  ‘s better than being here. in the cold.

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    “wha’ they do to us first” she remembers, once, john had turned away && she had been left alone in one of the outbuildings. one they didn’t get to go in, only the failures. she hadn’t wandered far through the bright white halls, no bright red stains like the others, but she had found a door. still open a crack, the sound of machines && crying had reached her ears && drawn her inside before she could stop herself. 

    there had been a boy on the table, one she had been fighting just the day before. he had lost &&, strapped down to a metal table, he had lost an arm too. some of his skin had been FLAYED from the bone just like in her nightmares of tommy && rosie && she had pinched herself so hard she bled hoping it was just a dream

    john had clapped his hand on her thin shoulder, pulled her into him && away from the table. a small voice had begged for death in the way her brother had asked if she would protect him && she had turned her face into johns side to escape. he had told her curiosity killed the cat, disappointment clear in his voice, but then he had pressed a gun into her hand. when she had aimed it at the boy he hadn’t corrected her && when blood hit her face he had proudly told her satisfaction brought it back

    “there’s worse things than dyin’ day, you know tha’.”

 



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