I) The Awakening

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I woke up in the hospital. At least I thought so... I was chained up, drained of my energy. I could never forget the feeling of being trapped, like a rat in a trap, like an inmate in a cell, like a slave in a cotton field. It didn't feel like a hospital any more than it felt a laboratory. I could hear strange liquids, noticed flashing lights, neon-like. What was this place...? I would say it was dark and gloomy, but the truth would rather be that this place was clean, refined. Almost as if people were living here. The background noises of machines beeping, along with, I can now hear it, voices. People were talking here. People were having conversations in voices that appeared... Professional... Are these people working...? Working here...? Where is here...? What is this place...? What is happening...? In the blink of an eye, dozens of questions, more frightening one another, appeared like hell-spawns in my mind. Did they think I was dead...? Were they going to help me...? Are they going to kill me...? Who even are they...? They could be anyone. The urge to scream was unbearable, but would it help...? Can I afford to lose that energy...? I quickly, almost frenetically, glance at the room. I could see a lot of things, and all those things felt out of place. Half-full syringes on the floor, chained-up furniture, and even metal curtains covering the blades that blocked the small, only window. The room wasn't even locked. Hell, it wasn't even close. It was slightly open... Why chain me up if the door isn't even locked...? What kind of facility is this...?

In a split second, everything came back. A dreadful moment I can only describe with the concept of night black, opposed as to the ungodly flash of light what pierced my eyes, like blades stabbing me, with the excruciating pain that goes with it. I felt like I could still hear the distant screams of my mother, I could still see, like a still picture, the glass shattering. Is she okay...? Hell, is anyone else okay...? Is anyone else alive...? Is... Is he alive...? I don't want it to be a question. I want the only answer to be 'Yes'. I cannot live if it isn't. I cannot live if he doesn't.

God please save my soul...

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