The Experiment

~04~

I died there. My body still kept going but my soul just evaporated. I will never be able to describe how sorry I am. It's just impossible to find the right words. I'm actually not even sure if there are the words that could describe that. It's just evil. Pure evilness.

***

"Are you ready?" - the nurse asked.

"I think so."

"Okay, let's begin then. We will inject the medicine into your bloodstream."

"I know."

"I'm just making sure one last time if you're sure you want this." - the nurse added.

"That's why I'm here." - I stated - "To test the medicine. I just have one last question."

"Sure, ask!"

"What is this medicine for? What am I testing?" - I asked.

"Didn't you clarify that with the doctor?" - the nurse asked confused.

"No! We didn't."

"I don't know what it does, but if you want to quit and delay the test... we can sure do it." I could sense hesitation in her words while stating that. She knew she would get into trouble if she delayed anything without the doctor.

"No, it's fine. We can continue."

"Right. So, here we go. We will be behind the glass. If you need something, just press this button."

~the nurse points at the big button on the remote~

"Thanks." - I smiled at her as she was about to walk out of the room.

As soon as she walked out the medicine started dripping into the IV and into my bloodstream. At first I didn't feel anything but after some time I started feeling sharp pain in my abdomen. I immediately pressed the button the nurse told me to, and she stood next to me in the matter of seconds. I asked her why does it hurt that much and she said that she doesn't know anything. The only information she had was the file about some general stuff. She told me "there stands, that it will most likely cause a lot of pain". 

~5 minutes later~

"Help me, please, help me!" - I cried as I begged her to stop.

"I can't. I'm so sorry. I wish it didn't hurt you. But you signed." - She answered with sad voice.

The pain only got worse. I came to that point when my vision started getting blurry. I ripped the IV out of my hand. As I tried to stand up I fell unconscious.

***

"Where am I? Where did you put me?" - I insisted on the answers as I slowly woke up.

"You're at O.S.M.S." - the man answered.

"What the fuck is that? Who the fuck are you?" - I pursued to get the answers.

"First of all, you won't talk like that to me. Second of all, I'm in charge here. You will follow the rules." - The man answered and looked at me from high above.

"Listen to me you piece of shit. You brought me here without my permission. You come here with some stupid organisation name and look at me like you're better than me." - I stand up from the bed on my rubbery legs - "I will do what I want. If I'm here that means that you need me. That means that I'm valuable to you. So, if you can't understand what I'm talking, I'll explain it to you. I'm in charge. I will curse, I will break everything here if I want to. You get that? I'm obviously valuable to you and you need me for something. So, we will have a bit different agreement."

~silence~

"So, first you will tell me what the fuck is this place?"

"O.S.M.S. is the secret organisation that stands for Organisation for secret military services." - he stated like it was some top secret, very important organisation.

I've putted him back to his place. When he started yelling I felt so pissed off. I mean, who wouldn't? You wake up in the unknown place and the first thing someone sais to you is that you'll follow the rules and other stuff.

"Why am I here? For what do you need me for?" - I kept asking.

"The medical trial you participated... well it was for us. We needed to experiment on someone before giving it to our soldiers. You were the perfect candidate. Nothing to lose, a failure in life and nothing ever accomplis-..."

"Watch out for you language. I'm not one of your brainwashed soldiers. You can't command over me." - I threatened with angry deep voice while approaching him closer. My legs started regaining strenght and I could hold myself without leaning on the bed.

He stepped back and watched me in the eye. I could literally smell his fear. He never expected something like this from anyone. He was only used to everyone listening to him. But I had to show him that he can't do with me what he wants. I had to stood up to the bully.

"The nurse will come later." - he said and left. As he closed the door, he payed one last look to me in hopes of seeing something different. He didn't.

***

~on a doctors checkup~

"Can you please take off you T-Shirt?" - the doctor asked.

I took my shirt off and he listened to my heart and took my blood. 

"If your blood results come back good, that will be great accomplishment for medicine and science."

"What the hell are you talking about? What did you give me?" - I got anxious.

"It's not my place to tell you that."

I stood up and put my arm around his neck. I started choking him. I completely lost my mind. Everything was black. It felt like my body and my heart got separated for a minute. Everything I wanted, couldn't be done. My body was led by my anxiety and fear. Survival mode = ON. 

"Please, please...stop...*gasp*...you're choking me...*gasp*...please...stop." - the doctor begged while trying to catch the breath.

As soon as I got the control over my body back I let him go. He was gasping for air. I just squeezed in some corner and fell to the ground. I was whispering to myself: "What am I doing? What's wrong with me?"

The man from my room came inside and saw the doctor and immediately ran to help him. 

"I'm sorry. I never meant to do that. I never meant to hurt you." - I apologized while crying.

"We have a lot to talk about. You have no idea what you're capable of right now. Just go to your room and stay there. You will kill someone next time." - the man explained calmly.

"I'm sorry. I don't know what's wrong with me."

"It's not you. It's the drug. I will explain everything later. Just go to your room. I have to take him to get checked up...after your little episode." - he said and rolled his eyes,

I went back to the room and I tried to process everything he had just said.

"What did he mean by 'It's not you, it's the drug'?" - I whispered to myself.

I never thought what it could be, but when I found out I wished I never applied for that medical trial.