When I woke up next, I was in a white room. My clothes had been changed as well. I was in a white mental hospital looking gown. Plan, loose, and white. I knew I wasn't insane though.
My notebook was on my bed with the San Francisco pen I bought at a dollar store. It was definitely gone into, I could tell someone had looked through it. It wasn't hard to spot the small crumbles in the top right corner.
I never used the top right corner to turn the page, always the middle or bottom. There was a metal collar around my neck with a red dot in the center.
I'm not saying I was freaking out.....but I was freaking out. I was basically kidnapped. I wasn't even 18 yet and I was already going to die! Lovely!
Time wasn't something I could check in here either. No clocks, phones, not even a window to see time based on the sun. It felt like a prison. I don't even know how long it took for a voice to come in the speaker at the top of the room in a corner.
Someone spoke, then I recognized it. Without the calming tone it was different but it was definitely the guy that brought me here.
"Good morning sleepy head. Sorry I had to trick you but you were the perfect subject. Someone nobody cares about. The dirt under the shoes of the actual citizens. Who could pass up that chance huh?"
I didn't like what he was insinuating. Like he already knew who I was before he met me.
"Now, I'm need you to stay still so we can start the process okay? We will give you the life you want as a hero"
Something shot out of the air vents after he said those words, a green smoke like substance. What was funny about it was the fact it never actually knocked me out. My body felt tense all of the sudden. My legs going numb before I lost all feeling in them. I collapsed to the floor fairly quickly. My eyes never closed, I saw everything happening around me.
Whatever substance I had just Unknowingly breathed in had done something to me I couldn't explain. Laying there in that floor felt like an eternity. Not long after I had breathed it in the pain started. I couldn't scream. I couldn't cry. Not even a simple action like moving my finger was easy.
I was able to hear small things through the blood that had rushed up to my head when I fell though.
I could tell there was people around me. Monitoring my reactions. Mocking me for things I couldn't control. I could feel needles going in and out of my skin. Somerhing scratching me that wasn't there. Every breath felt like my bones were breaking apart.
I heard horrible things from this coma like state, such as "ew look at her" "what a freak show", "did we do this?" And "what a monster".
Whoever these people were they were horrible. They sounded older, more mature. Yet they were picking on a defenseless kid. Thats right. I wasnt even 18 at this point in time....that I know of anyway. I was born in the earlier months of the year.
When whatever I had breathed in finally wore off, everything hit me at once. I cried out in pain. Scratching at my own head with nails longer than I had left them. I didn't even realize someone strapping me down to something. The pain shot through my whole body, but nobody helped. Laughter ringing out. Like my suffering was a game. Someone even leaned over to talk to me condescendingly.
"Come on. You want to help others not go through what you did right? This pain is nothing compared to that isn't it"
That comment gave more people reason to laugh at me. My hatrid grew larger right then and there.
The next couple of days were borderline torture. Every time the pain decreased, someone would do something that caused it to spring back up and bite me in the head. All I could think about was when this nightmare would end. Wanting nothing more than to rip their eyes out of their skulls and make them eat it one by slimy one.
My thoughts got worse with each passing day, nobody realized. Nobody corrected it. Anger seething through me like hellfire. Taking root in my very soul. Eventually, it stopped. Silence spreading through everything. My eyes focusing back into reality to see what had happened. I was chained to a wall by my ankle, laying on the floor with a measly blanket thrown over me. The same dingy off white gown I was in before this all started, yet it was now stained red in certain areas.
The room was dark, cold food on a metal tray sitting by the door. My head felt like it was splitting open. I was in a white room with a camera in the top corner to monitor me no doubt. I pushed myself up with my hands, my joints and muscles feeling weak after not using them for however long I was in here.
I saw a clock now on the wall though. Like it was there to keep me from going insane. A calendar too, already marked up to the date. February 4th. I had been stuck in here for around a month according to the calendar. The time read 2:30.
I didn't know if that was AM or PM time though, but it was a 50/50 chance Id get it right. Since I didn't hear anything activity in the halls, I assumed that meant it was AM right now, and considering it was dinner food on the tray I was probably right.
I decided to just lay there, I was too weak to go anywhere anyways so it would be better to just try to get myself moving again. Laying there, I recalled everything that had happened. Even noticing my notebook and pen still next to me. The only thing of mine left. I picked up the pen and decided I'd try to write down everything. Re-learning how to write for the third time in my lifetime.
First before anything went wrong....
Second before the accident that burned my hands.....
And third...the lab tests that kept me out for a month....