I awoke to find myself lying on a hard, flat surface. I could hear faint screams coming from down the hall, and a soft clicking of a machine. I opened my eyes to find that my room was dark, there was heavy curtains covering the windows. A soft glow leaked into the room from under the door. The sliver of light allowed me to see dark shadows passing the door.
'Where am I,' I thought, imagining the worst. As if to answer my question the door opened and two tall, dark forms walked in. The lights snapped on, and reviled the horror that was the figures.
It appeared to be two doctors.
One of them walked in and over to the end of the table. She picked up some papers and quickly scanned the information. She then turned on her heels and walked over to a table just out of line of view
"What's going on?," I questioned desperation thickening my voice.
Not seeming to hear me both of the doctors exchanged a quick look then hurried out the door.
I stared in confusion after them the door slamming.
I tried to sit up only to find that my limbs would not lift off the bed.
'What's the hell?'
I looked down at my wrists. Heavy chains bound them to the table, the metal now biting into me skin. Kicking my legs I found my ankles to be in a smiliar situation.
Suddenly the door swung open and then the doctor and three nurses came rushing in rolling table of heavy equipment.
"What's happening?" I asked hoping to get an answer, but just as before they appeared not to hear me. Swarming around me like wolves to a kill, they started setting up equipment and readying many different tools. When the doctor turned around and had a needle in her hand. She walked over to me and stuck it expertly in to my thigh.
"What are you doing?" I pleaded
Only when I saw the doctor draw blood and insert some kind of clear liquid did I realize that I should not be conscious. I glanced back down at the doctors in time to see them bring a scalpel to my skin.
I yelled out at them, screaming for them to stop. I thrashed wildly. But none took any notice. My voice wasn't reaching them. the words would not escape my lips. When it should have sounded out in to the room, it seemed to get stuck on the lump that had formed in my throat.
I swallowed hard hoping that my last scream would be heard. I took a deep breath and, praying, gave one last
I sat up strait in my bed; a cold sweat had broken out across my skin. I glanced down at my alarm clock to reveal that it was only three in the morning. I still had three and a half hours to go before my alarm went off, but I had no desire to go back to sleep.
