Poisoned Blood 3: Revenge

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I look up at the screen. Dad's in extreme pain and fright. I can't believe Saw cut his leg off! I lay my head down to the side, staring at the dark gray walls and close my eyes. I'm so afraid. I'm surprised we're not dead yet because of how tortured we're getting. My health is so bad now. I can't believe I haven't died from illness or starvation yet. I open my eyes and look back up at the screen, Dad's eyes are closed, but I think he's still awake. I wouldn't be able to sleep if that happened to me either.
"Daddy" I whisper.
"It's..... It's okay honey. We'll be okay" he whispers, his voice shaky, his eyes still closed.
"No! We're not going to be okay!" I burst out crying. "We'll die here!" I cry out, my eyes starting to burn. Dad just lays there quietly, a big, unsettling frown on his face. He doesn't respond. He knows that if we don't do something very soon, we could die. I just decide to lay still, trying my best to just clear my mind and rest, but I'm so afraid I can't sleep.
  A little while later, Dr. Saw enters my room. I frown and start to breathe deeply. I can't breathe so well, this room is getting so stuffy. He places an iron on the table across the room and plugs it in. He walks back over to me.
"Hey Carnee, how are you doing?" He asks. He's in one of those nice moods again. He pulls the bandages off my hands, my knuckles still visible.
"Leave me alone, leave dad alone! Please give him pain-killers at the least!" I whine. He ignores me and walks up beside me.
"How's your tummy healing?" He asks, lifting my shirt and examining my belly, I look down and get frightened by the gory stitched up scars.
"It's infected" he says harshly, flipping my shirt down and leaves the room. A few minutes later he comes in with a container of ointment and puts rubber gloves on. He pulls up a chair next to me, then sitting down and gently starts dabbing and rubbing the ointment on my belly over the stitches. I lay there quietly and watch him. My tummy starts to relieve and stops hurting.  Dr. Saw finishes and exhales.
"Is that better?" He asks, looking into my eyes. I slightly nod. He sits there and stares at me for a bit, then flinches. He stands up and grabs the iron, and puts it right on my chest right below my neck. I scream as it steams and melts my skin. I cry out, it hurts so bad, the hot, burning feeling on my chest. My heart beats fast. I can hardly breathe because of the pain. I scream more and Dr Saw moves the iron away. I breathe deeply and quick, my chest in a whole lot of pain. Every breath hurt my chest. Dr Saw sits down and flinches, then looks at me with a straight face. He looks down and scratches the back of his neck then stands up. He leaves the room. I relax a bit from being so tense. I rest awhile, not sleeping, but resting. I'm bored, but I'm glad I can rest now.
  But he comes back, with a large beaker full of boiling water and dumps it on me. I scream as the boiling water burns my skin. I scream out, begging for mercy, but he ignores my cries. He just stands there and laughs at me as I thrash around as my skin sizzles and burns. My chest hurts even more. I cry and scream as he pours some on my face. He sits down in a chair in the corner of the room and watches me. I continue to cry and whine, the hot, boiling water is still so freakishly hot. Dr. Saw unrolls some duct tape and puts it over my mouth. I guess he was tired of hearing my loud screaming. I breathe hard through my nose, trying to stand the hot water. My clothes sticking to my skin, keeping my skin hot and burning.
"Leave her alone!" Dad yells. I pull at the straps on my wrists. I pull so hard, I pull a muscle in my arm. I whine and rest my arms down. Dr. Saw then rips the duct tape off my face, I scream. Dr. Saw leaves the room. I rest and fall asleep. I hope that resting will allow my body to heal a little bit. But it doesn't.
  I wake up, I still feel like crap. I think I'm still sick. Ugh. I'm so tired of being sick, tired of being tortured, tired of watching dad get tortured, tired of the pain, tired of crying, tired of hunger, tired of everything.
  I go back to sleep for a little while, then Dr. Saw enters my room once more, walking up to me, holding a water bottle. He unscrews the cap and holds the bottle close to my face. I weakly lift my head and put my lips against the bottle and chug all the water down, some of the water spilling from the bottle down my neck. I drink it all and the doctor steps away and sits down in the chair next to me.
"Thirsty, huh?" He asks. I just close my eyes and exhale. My mouth was so dry, I'm glad I got a drink. I goes and sits in the chair at the corner of the room and just watches me for a while. I just rest, feeling tense from his presence.
  He pulls out a needle and pokes it into my arm, taking a bit of blood. I whimper.
"What are you doing?" I whine, breathing deeply. The sting of the needle hurting my arm.
"Nothing to your concern. It's just for testing" he says, staring at the needle, then standing up and leaving the room. I rest and fall asleep again.
  When I wake up, I spot Dr. Saw walking into Dad's room. I stare at the screen. Dad growls at him. Dr. Saw was hiding something behind his back, he holds his hands out and shows some photographs to Dad.
"Y'know what these are, Bronson?" He asks. Dad's eyes open so wide, his jaw drops.
"Claire's ultrasound photos of Bianca...." Dad says quietly, shocked. He growls and yells at Saw. "You leave those alone!!" Dad yells in anger. Dr. Saw sneers and starts ripping and shredding the photographs.
"F you!" Dad yells. Dr. Saw snickers.
"No more Bianca" He sneers. Dad yells and curses at him.
"How could you kill an innocent pregnant woman?!" Dad yells in anger. Dr. Saw just laughs and leaves the room. Dad sighs heavily and frowns. He breathes deeply and pouts, staring at the shredded photos on the floor, his eyes getting watery.
  I know this is extremely selfish of me, but I'm glad Bianca was never born. I want to stay as Dad's babygirl, not someone else. I've always been his baby and he loves me. I don't want anyone to change that.  
  I look at the screen. Dad lays there silently with his eyes open, staring at the ceiling. I close my eyes and fall asleep. I have a dream about Mom.

I stand in the middle of white. Nothing but white with some sunlight breaking through the white mist that wafts around me.
"Hello?" I called out, looking around, but seeing nothing but the white mist surrounding me. I look down at my feet. When I look back up, I see mom.
"Carnee" she said softly, her voice was heavenly. I take a deep breath and stare at her.
"Mum... I miss you so much" I said, staring into her eyes.
"I've been watching over you your whole life Carnee, such a beautiful young lady you have grown into" she said, grabbing both my hands. Her hands were so soft and gentle.
"I miss you mom" I said.
"I have been watching over you Carnee, I've been with you when you haven't realized it. I have watched you sleep, play, laugh, and grow up into the wonderful girl you are today. I have reached down and kissed your cheek as you were falling asleep. I have walked beside you and dad when you were walking. I've been with you Carnee, don't be afraid," she said softly.
"I wish I could see you" I said quietly.
"I know sweetheart but I have been with you. I'm safe and everything is alright, but I need you to be alright" she said.
"What?" I said.
"Get out of there sweetheart, get out of that evil place before you end up like me" she said, she had fear in her eyes.
"I can't get out! I don't know how!" I whined.
"Carnee, you need to get out of there, you and your dad need to get out" she said, tears started to roll down her cheeks. "It's been breaking my heart seeing you get tortured like that."
"What if I died? I'd get to reunite with you" I said quietly, tears fell from my eyes.
"No Carnee. You're young, beautiful and smart. I want you to continue on with your life and do what you want. I want you to grow up, fall in love, and enjoy the experiences of life, it's not your time do die yet" she said.
"I guess you're right.... But I'm so scared... I don't know if I can make it through this" I whispered.
"You can, I know in my heart that you can get out of that place and continue on with your life" she said.
"Dad too?" I asked.
"Yes, dad too, you both are able to make it out. Get out of there Carnee, you can make it through, I know you can" she said.
"Are you safe and happy mom?" I asked.
"Yes sweetie, I'm safe. But I won't be particularly happy until you make it out of that horrible place before it destroys you" she said. "Don't worry about me, focus on getting out."
"I'm so afraid mom!" I cried. She moved closer, pulling my head onto her shoulder and stroking my hair.
"Don't be afraid sweetheart, everything will be alright if you get out of there" she said. "Go now" she said, "And tell your father that I say hello" stepping back and turned, her back facing me.
"Mom wait, before you go!" I called. She turned back to me. She stood there, staring at me, waiting for me to say something. I took a big breath. "Did you really die from giving birth to me?" I asked. "Did you die because of me?"
She paused and looked at me and held my hand.
"No, something happened. I didn't die from your birth, sweetheart" she said.
"Then what happened?" I asked, crying again.
"Some things are better left unsaid," she said.
"I want to know the truth mom!" I said, begging her to tell me.
"Someone may tell you one day, but I'm not going to tell you, it'll be too painful" she said.
"Mom, I want to know" I said, tears streaming down my cheeks.
"I'm not telling you right now." she said. "Go, get out of that place, hurry!"
"Mom wait!" I shouted as she started to disappear. My heart was racing.
"Go!" she said, then disappeared in the white mist.

  
  I wake up, taking a gasp. I look around, then started crying. My heart beat full of emotion. I wish I could see mom again. She told me to get out of here, but I don't know how!
"Carnee, what's on your mind baby?" Dad whispers. I look over at him.
"Just thinking about mom... I had a dream about her. She told me that you and I need to hold on, pull through and get out of here. I miss her, sometimes I wish she was here." I say quietly, staring at the ceiling.
"Honey...." Dad says slowly. "There's something I should tell you..." Dad says quietly, exhaling. I look over at the screen of him, looking at his facial expression. His face was full of sorrow and pain.
"What is it?" I ask quietly.
"Carnee... Your mom didn't die from giving birth to you..." He says slowly and quietly, he breathes deeply, looking at me. The pain in his face concerned me. I look at him with a blank expression. What does he mean?
"Carnee, your mom she...... After you were born....... She was murdered by Doctor Jonson." Dad says, his voice soft and quivering. I open my eyes wide and my mouth drops open. I just lay there and stare at him. Tears start to drip down his face, his expression was regretful and sad. His eyes showed pain and sorrow. It must be heartbreaking for him to tell me this news. I start crying hard.
"I was in the room with her, when she gave birth to you, a nurse took you away, there was nothing I could do, I wanted the nurse to let us see you, I yelled at her, but she left the room with you and took you away, leaving Dr. Jonson and your mom and I alone, I wasn't paying attention and suddenly. Doctor Jonson stabbed your mom in the chest with a knife, right there in front of me, and I couldn't stop him. I fought with him but he got away... There was nothing I could've done, the knife was plunged straight through her heart. I couldn't save her. I regret it every single day. And I'm sorry...." Dad says, tears roll down his cheeks. My eyes brim with tears and start streaming down my face.
"So doctor Jonson has been killing people for years...." I whispered.
"Yes."
"And he killed mom..."
"I'm sorry honey... Your mom never even got to hold you. She died and I couldn't save her! Doctor Jonson did that to her! And I'm sorry!!" Dad bursts out, tears flowing down his face as he cries in regret and sorrow. I start crying harder. My heart beats painfully with sorrow.
"The heartache never goes away Carnee..." Dad says slowly and quietly. I just lay there silently, in shock, tears running down my cheeks. I can't believe it. I miss mom... She never got to hold me. She never really got to see me. I miss her so much...
I can't believe it.... Doctor Jonson, one of my previous torturers.... Murdered my mom....