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I pick up the sheet that slipped through the door. Huh. Looks like they forgot to pin it properly again.

Patient: Brooklyn Harmony

Age: 16

Claims to be abducted by aliens. Parents say she is acting like a completely different person.

The same thing they put last time. Staring into the mirror in the bathroom, I noted the changes. From the girl with wavy locks, huge lively eyes and porcelain skin, I had transformed greatly, into a monster with sunken sallow cheeks, skin that was marked with scars, framed by stringy brown hair.

But it's true. I really was abducted by aliens. I can still remember when they pulled me out of my bed through the open window. Florescent lights greeted me, and I was plopped into a seat. Screaming and yelling didn't work. Their slimy tentacles were all over me, connecting some machine to my head with some weird tubes. They pressed a button, and I screamed in pain.

F***. It hurts, it hurts, it hurts.

I normally don't curse, but this sort of pain was uncalled for. It was like entire body was bitten by red ants, stung by bees and soaked in acid. I used the last of my energy to read what was reading on the huge screen in front of me. 

SOUL-SUCKING EXPERIMENT ONGOING

My heart plummeted to my stomach. They were I sucking out my soul. Finally, I blacked out, the huge red eye I saw pulsing, worming it's way into my head.

When I woke up, I was in my bed, but something... part of me was missing. I knew why though. So from the goody-two-shoes, book worm and friendly kid, I had turned into a smart-mouthed, bullying "brat" who was hooked onto drugs. My friends slowly ran away from me, my parents started screaming at me every night when I stumbled home drunk. I probably snapped something in them when I brought home Meth.

I could still feel the pain, my heart being wretched out.

Suddenly, guards burst into my room, forcing me into a straitjacket and leading into a room, paneled with one-way glass and a huge table in the centre. 

"Miss Harmony?"

"The name is Brooklyn, bit-" I cut myself off, the tiny part of me screaming to return to my normal self. I stare at "doctor"... psychiatrist, her perfect blond curls falling past her shoulders. Cautiously, I take a seat, feeling a million eyes staring at me through the glass. This has actually become a routine already, dragging me out of my "room" every month.

"So Mi- Harmony, your parents say you've changed, and I'm sure you know it too. Please, do you honestly know what caused this change? Teenage rebellion? Bad influence? What Brooklyn? I really want to help you."

Lies. Especially that last line. I remain silent.

"Brooklyn? Please tell me. I will believe whatever you say."

Letting the ends of my lips curl up into a smile, I happily say, "I was abducted by aliens, and sucked out my soul."