Screams filled the room, young and full of pain. Begging filled the gaps, where breaths were normally taken. Begs for it to stop, to be let go, to be let back to their room.
But when the screams, the pain continued, so did the nightmare.
The nightmare never stopped, not until they decided it did.
The screaming stopped after a torturous half hour, whimpers and sobs replacing it.
The other kids... Experiments... Subjects, surrounded their friend as they returned, at least until they were ordered back to their rooms.
Scrambling to their rooms, the kids hid under blankets, buried themselves in books, dove into their own heads as some kind of escape.
At least until it was their turn.
That's when the screams would start again.