The first book in the Morph series.
Ryn's story.
- "Don't you know I can't die!?" -
After being confined for years, Ryn has an opportunity to escape her prison. She's not looking only to free herself but also the rest of the test subjects. As secret...
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Ezic's POV
I groaned as I stretched out my sore muscles. I lifted my head from the resting position on my arms and looked around the room. I found my eyes immediately resting on Ryn's sleeping form. She lay curled into a tight ball, clutching herself, shaking ever so slightly. I frowned as I got up and went to the bed where she lay. Ryn had tossed and turned all night, her usual restless night. I was careful not to disturb her while she dreamt. We had agreed never to wake her up from them for fear that she would lash out. So I was forced to watch her as whatever demons she carried tormented her ruthlessly.
I stood idle by the bed, fixated on her distressed form. I realized then that I hadn't ever watched as she had one of her dreams. I immediately felt like a creep, but I wanted to ensure that she wouldn't harm herself in her sleep like she frequently did. So to look a little less ambiguous, I grabbed the chair I had been sleeping in and brought it over to the side of the bed where I could look after her while she slept.
There I sat through the night, watching as she never got comfortable enough to enter a restless slumber. It was painful to watch, and the knowledge of the interrogation constantly plagued my mind. It seemed that this night was just like any other for her. I sighed as she stirred, finally free from her dreams. I watched as she flipped over tiredly before opening her lone eye to gaze up at me.
"Have you been watching me all night?" Ryn asked tiredly while rubbing her eye. I offered her a small smile before nodding my head slightly.
"I was only observing, I didn't want you to hurt yourself." I saw a look of surprise fly to her face before it disappeared, and she relaxed back onto the bed. Then, closing her eye, she spoke.
"I think it's getting worse." She muttered quietly.
"Why do you torture yourself?" I ask genuinely. I thought back on all our conversations about getting her help, but she had refused, too prideful. It was only a matter of time before she broke and finally accepted that she couldn't do this alone.
"Im not ready yet." Ryn whispered. She seemed to have been thinking about the same thing I had been. I frowned deeply at her. Of course, I could always force her, but Ryn never reacted well when forced, so I feared it would do the opposite and only harm her further.
"Why do you torture yourself?" I ask again, in a rougher tone. It pained me to see her like this, and I wanted to understand why. Why didn't she accept the help that I offered her? Why was she content with reliving terrible things? It reminded me of all the war-warn veterans I'd assisted, plagued by dreams and nightmares much like Ryns. The ones that had declined my help soon ended their lives just the same, and I couldn't let Ryn's fate be her untimely death.
"I deserve it. I'm not ready." I shook my head at her response, moved from the chair, and sat on the edge of the bed. Ryn moved slightly to accommodate me.
