Sweet Serenity (ON HOLD SORRY GUYS)

Fearful

Chapter 2

Terror struck me as I made a great attempt to sit bolt upright, however I couldn't, like vines had wrapped around my body so tight I couldn't move. I watched as the blur of men and women in lab coats paced around me, inspecting from time to time to see if I was showing any signs of reacting to the drugs being pumped into me. I had been thrashing in my sleep again, the terrors in my mind taking every opportunity to invade my peaceful sleep. My spine now weak from my illness was a great cause for concern, and the way I had been reacting to such nightmares that occur on a regular basis now. Again, I attempted to sit up, fight away from the needles and foreign objects stuck inside me and run away to peace, where I could feel safe with whom I care about, and those who care back. The power forced upon my body was too strong. I fought until breathless to sit up. It occurred to me. It was time. The thumping in my chest grew considerably. I shouldn't be awake. My thrashing was hopeless, and when I opened my mouth to crack a sound nothing came. Panic had overwhelmed me now. For the first time I wanted to be in the hell my dreams foretold.

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The same untainted walls surrounded me once more. This time it was dark. Voices were ringing in my head from down the corridor. I crawled into the same corner as usual and pulled my knees up tightly to my chest. I shut my eyes tightly as the helpless sceams grew louder. This time it was a male. The door was slammed open and in was thrown a small built young male. My heart wrenched. I may be lonely here but never would I wish this solitary confinment on anybody else. His skeletal face was badly bruised, limbs were limp as he tried to fend off his attackers. Rage built up inside me, but fear consumed me more. There were three members of the clan, a large built man, stocky in stature and the henchman of the smaller man, dressed in a stripy suit who had more mouth than guts. The final member was a tall slim female, bossy in character who had too much of an ego. I opened my eyes to reveal the true wrath of his torture. The woman slyly looked at me. I stared at her menacingly. my eyes flitted back and forth between herself and the male. I felt my ears burn in rage as he was beaten. She winked at me playfully and turned back to watch the 'show'. I couldn't stand it anymore. I had to save him. I stood up secretively leaning far back into the corner to avoid being within eyesight. I leant over to the bed and took a rusted pole that had detached itself through old age. Up to now, my dream had recurred the same, but maybe now I can progress further. Seeing the same horror over and over is painful. I took the pole in my left hand and began to creep forward. My hand gripped the tighter as i approached the female. I raised the pole level to my head and prepared to swing.