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Everleigh was huddled in the concrete corner. She looked around her gray, concrete cell. She was "special"; usually the cell doors were made of glass or steel bars, depending on what contained the lonal best. But Everleigh had concrete everything: door, ceiling, floor, walls.... She shuddered, her entire back cracking at the movement; the large pops echoing off the thick walls. She felt claustrophobic, and she brought her slim legs up to flat chest, and wrapped her bony arms around them. Her body went into a series of never ending shivers and her sensitive throat began to itch. She rubbed her long, thin neck with her pale skeletal fingers; willing the itchiness to stop.

Everleigh closed her eyes, the itching wouldn't stop, and her shivering subsided. She held herself tightly, slightly rocking back and forth. She didn't want to be in this small, horrible cell. She wanted out; she wanted to be elsewhere. Yet, Everleigh didn't know what elsewhere was. She only knew three places: her cell, the lab, and the interaction room. She knew the corridors and the elevators, but she didn't consider those places. However, those were the only places Everleigh knew existed in reality. Everleigh began to put herself back in her nightmare world: a barren wasteland filled with rotting animal corpses.

Her breathing quickened as she relived that fear of a scientist: the maggots were crawling, burrowing into her hair and tunneling into her ears, eyes, and mouth; blood sucking butterflies and moths; the stench of her body slowly rotting. This gruesome nightmare held more comfort to Everleigh than her cell; than this prison. Everleigh let no sound escape her, and she didn't tremble; slowly, Everleigh became still and silent. Her breathing was so slow, it was if she weren't breathing at all. As Everleigh delved deeper into the nightmare, her body calmed itself.

A loud thud of concrete against concrete broke Everleigh back into her cruel reality. A male guard roughly kicked Everleigh to her side, her head banging against the wall, and snatched her frail looking arm, harshly making the young girl stand up. The guard then dragged the thirteen year old lonal out of her cell. Everleigh kept up with the guard's brisk pace, but every once in awhile the guard would yank Everleigh's arm to be cruel. Everleigh was used to this treatment. They continued down the corridor, prisoner and prison-keeper. The concrete floor was cold and hard against Everleigh's bare feet, but she didn't mind it.

Soon, the guard practically threw Everleigh into the interaction room, shutting and locking the large titanium door. Everleigh got to her feet, and looked about her surroundings, seeing other lonals. Quietly, Everleigh went to a free corner, and sat down. Her only plans were to get back to her horrible nightmare, since any nightmares were much better than the tests that were about to be done on them at any second.