Demented and Neglected

Prologue

The bright lights hummed above my head as the smell of sanitary wipes and rubber gloves filled my weak lungs with each slow breath I took. My wrists were strapped down to my side while my ankles were tied down at the end of the cold, metal hospital bed. It lacked cushioning and was uncomfortable on my skinny and famished body. I tugged, pulling on the uncomfortable straps, hoping they'd release me but. . . they wouldn't budge.

Shortly after, the heavy metal door to my right swung open and a tray table rolled in with a nurse pushing behind it. A doctor followed her inside, putting on an unfitted pair of black rubber gloves to cover his wrinkly hands. The doctor approached me, soon placing his hands on both sides of my head, and spoke softly, "You're in safe hands, Vanessa." He gave a clean, maniacal grin as he went over to his heavy equipment set up in the corner of the room. I could barely see what it was or what he was doing with it. I then noticed another table set beside mine. A hand hung down beneath the off-white sheet placed over what seemed to be a corpse of another victim to this "capable" doctor. As I went to scream, the nurse had placed a rubber block as a mouthpiece in my mouth, gagging me. Tears welled up in my eyes as I struggled to get free from the mechanisms they were putting on my head. The strap to the device on my head was uncomfortable and I could feel it rubbing some of my skin on my forehead raw as the nurse pulled it tight. I felt the cold chill of circular metal pieces pressing against either side of my temples. They then connected the headpiece to each side of the table keeping my head still and in place. 

The doctor hovered over my view of the ceiling, stroking my quivering cheek, "Just relax my little lamb. I'll make everything better with this new device I was charitably given. You won't even feel a thing- After the first few seconds at least." The doctor cackled.

I knew this doctor was a little out of it but not to the extent of killing his patients! My roommate, Nicky, had supposedly gone "missing" last week. Could it be that she had been put in the same predicament as me and the fellow victim beside me? Was I lied to? Did my best friend get murdered by this demon?! I shoved the rubber block out of my mouth and went to scream but. . . it was too late. The sound of my teeth being pulverized by each other filled my ears along with an electric buzz deep in my skull. My body felt like it was going up in flames and my eyes rolled to the back of my head, forcing me into a dull trance. Soon, I felt nothing as the machine soon stopped. My body twitched and I couldn't feel much of anything as the nurse started to remove the equipment. 

The nurse and doctor stared down at my limp body and the nurse sighed, "Another failure-"

"Not quite yet my dearest assistant." The doctor cut her off. He took a small light and flashed it back and forth between my eyes, "It seems we have a survivor." He chuckled then took a dirty rag to my mouth. 

When he pulled it away, it was covered in blood and what seemed like chunks of bone, "She only lost her pretty smile is all. Do not worry." He tossed the rag and used gloves onto my body and left the room. The nurse smiled at him then grimaced down at me. She huffed and started to clean up the room and left me a mess as she rolled my medical bed down the multiple halls, soon being dropped off in my room and was tossed onto my bed. Afterward, my jaw was wrapped up with bandages around my head to keep it in place for the time being. I laid in bed for a while and I could hear the screaming of several people within the hospital I was staying at. At least that's what the other nurses call it. A hospital. More like a prison...

(Let me know if I should continue!)