I feel like I should consider myself lucky. Lucky I've been given opportunities and chances throughout my life. I am a strong character there's no doubt about it but with what I do and who I am, I don't have much choice to be otherwise. But somehow, I knew that eventually I would find myself in a situation I couldn't dodge, one that would cause danger and harm. But then again, I enjoyed it.
I was coming in and out of consciousness, trying to focus my sight and breathing but no matter how hard I tried it was impossible. The more I tried, the harder it became to stay awake. I'd lost track of how long I'd been like it, all the days seemingly blurring into one.
The smell of rubbing alcohol and blood swarmed my senses as I felt my limbs being poked and prodded. Images of him flashed in my head. God, how long had it been since I'd seen those eyes and that face. That smile etched in my brain. Oh, how I longed to see that smile again. I mumbled and began to stir and fight against my restraints. Blurred figures began huddling around me and I felt cold hands hold me down from all directions. I tried to formulate a sentence, to tell them to get the hell off me but it came out as an incoherent string of words.
I felt the strap tighten around my forearm and I began to panic. I tried my hardest to fight it, but I felt the haze start to take over, my body becoming limp by the second. A struggled gasp escaped my lips as my eyes focused for a moment on the person stood at the foot of the bed. My eyes began to close, my body entering a comatose state. I heard a faint whisper of a voice before the world went dark and I was falling again.
"It's working."
YOU ARE READING
A race beyond the tracks (NEW VERSION)
Ficção AdolescenteOne massive incident as a child and her life changed forever. Maeve has had a different upbringing and in a way she preferred it that way. Things begin to take a bizarre turn bringing secrets and deceit to surface. She's always had trust in those a...
