R.A. 2nd beginnings

chapter 1

RAAYA

I don't know how long I've been walking for.
I don't know how much longer I can go on.
I feel so weak and helpless and filthy. Probably because I am weak and helpless and filthy. They made me weak, helpless and filthy.

I can't see. My vision is blurred, is it because of the drugs they gave me or the tears in my eyes? I don't know.

I don't know where I should go or where I'm going. All I know is that I need to get away from that cabin, I have to get away.

Leaving a trail of blood where I walked , I drag myself a bit farther before I see lights. Fear and relief overcome me as I make my way towards the approaching light. Fear that it might be them. And relief that it might not. It was so dark, I assumed it was late at night. And with that thought I froze where I was, barely able to stand.

What's a car doing out here? On a creepy road surrounded by woods? That too at this time of night? Panic rushes through me at the thought that they've found me. I tried to run, but my limp, broken body refused. I couldn't go back. Not to them. Pleasepleasepleasepleasepleasepleasepleasenononononono, I silently pleaded. Let it be anyone but them . I shut my eyes as if to will the tears away. They didn't.
Memories , memories of torture, of blood, of flesh, of screaming, so much screaming, so so so much screaming.

I jumped slightly in my cell, as the screams of my cellmate echoed through the long, white halls of this depressing lab rat lock-up. Everyone else was sound asleep. I wasn't used to all the tortured cries of the friends I had made here, like the rest were. Some days it was Roy, some days Tuantin, some days Aarav and some days me.

The sound of the car stopping a few meters from where I stood got me out of my mind. I tried to make out what was going on before I heard a car door shut. Gripping the piece of broken glass in my hand tighter and not caring about the skin it tore through, I hid my hand behind my back, and, in my broken state, I was ready to attack. I made my way to the car, it was when I stood about 15 steps from the car that I saw a figure approaching me.

I wasn't worried as the figure approached me. I was so beaten up, my face was messed up from the multiple times they hit it on the mirror and shattered it, hence the piece in my hand, and my body was no better. My gown was soaked in blood, it was dripping down my legs and onto the concrete of the road, staining it red. No one would want me in this state. No one would even look at me. So I figured I'm messed up enough that these people will either leave me as I am, or if they do want to use my body, then they would have to have me fixed up first.

I could hear the people in the car begging the driver to drive off. "SID! I SWEAR IF YOU DON'T GET OUT OF HERE RIGHT NOW...", That was all I heard of their shouting before I shifted my attention to the boy walking cautiously towards me, while also talking to his friends, who all remained in the safety of the car. I walked towards him, just now realizing that they were scared of me, rightfully so. I wasn't a pleasant sight, i never wanted to be one again. They wanted to get the hell out of there before I got close. But they wouldn't leave without the guy coming to me. So I kept my pace to him.

I was drugged and light-headed as I swayed in the direction of the man who was now looking at me. At least, I think he was. I couldn't tell anything about what was happening.
I managed three small steps to him before my legs gave out and I fell. My arms now on both his shoulders, and his warm, heavy arm on my bleeding back, trying to steady me. I managed a wince at the contact, before everything went dark...