~Fading~ [original story]

Day 2

I must have been knocked out. I cant remember what happened after I was called subject 476. I tried to stretch, move my hands, anything to make sure I was still here. I was bound though, together. My hands were tied behind me, and my ankles tied together so I couldn't run. I gasped and realized I was in a vehicle with tinted windows.

"She's awake." I heard a female voice say. The voice was scratchy and uneven. It hurt to listen to, I bet it hurt her to just talk alone. I looked to my left to see the woman who just spoke. She had messy black hair that was put effortlessly into a bun. I suddenly had a flashback of the woman next to me. It was a painful memory.

She was holding me down, making me stay still so I would be injected with some sort of drug. I struggled and screamed and cried even though I knew that the feeling that it was hopeless was overrunning the rest. The drug hurt, my body felt like it was being shredded into pieces and I could no longer speak. "Subject 476 has been injected." She announced. I'm on fire! I tried to say, curling into a ball on the cold stone ground. Nothing came out at all. I was dragged in front of that house and then the memory faded, staying with me from now.

It all happened like a dream as I stared at the woman and the terrifying memories. A sudden hate lit in me, but I couldn't move at all to get her back for it.

"Hello? Snap out of your daydream before I slap you awake." The woman hissed, her breath reeked of cigarette smoke and tuna. I scooted away from her.

"I'm awake." I said, not hiding the hate in my voice at all. She laughed at the tone I used and waited for the man to say something.

"I asked you who I was!" I yelled at him, tears suddenly sliding down my face. They were tears of everything happening so fast. Tears of fear, tears of bitter hate.

"you are subject 476."

"I'm Juliet." I snapped. "I want to know my past!" I spat, purposely on him.

He halted the car to a stop and it screeched, he got out of the car very quickly and threw my door open, practically throwing me out of the car.

I winced at the sudden pain the shot through my arm when I landed on it wrong. "Shut up you stupid brat." He said, kicking me so that I was on my stomach instead of my back. I couldn't struggle or fight back. The woman watched, taking it as entertainment.

He cut the ropes off of my wrists, and when my arm fell, I screamed at the burning pain that shot through it once more. I had to sit up and rest it, but I couldnt move. He was keeping me down with the weight of one foot on my back.

"That's enough, Torn." A male voice said. It sounded a lot younger. Around my age. "Her arm needs to be treated because of you."

I looked up to see a young male, like I predicted, he was my age. He came to me and helped me sit up. He then began inspecting my arm and wrapped it in bandages. No cast.

"Keep it up like this. It's not broken, but it has a major spraine." He said. He blue eyes were beautiful. They matched the sky, but his hair was as black as night. He wore a black t-shirt and normal jeans. I stared at him, my heart still pounding in fear. I was still drowning in that one emotion.

"Calm down, I will be escorting you home now. Our experiments with you are done." He said. I frowned, he was part of them afterall. The fear turned to disappointment and distrust. He cut the rope off my ankles and helped me up.

*

We must have walked hours, chatting, conversing. He was kind and caring, always asking if my arm still hurt. we took a break once every 2 hours to rest. The break was estimated probably around 5 to 10 minutes long, and my legs were aching still. We stopped at a building, small. It was wooden and had broken windows. It didnt have any lights at all.

"Follow me." Caine spoke. He told me his name, but of course it wasn't his real name. He told me that Torn was also just a silly code name used to keep identity a secret.

That night was hard. I wasn't with my sister, who was probably worried more than ever now. She was the only thing I thought about that night. I was put into a bed that was very comfortable. I woke up in the middle of the night, it was still only my second day of having memory lost. I couldnt decide whether to call myself Juliet or 476. I snuck out of the building quietly. Even though Caine was nice and caring, I couldn't stay with this group any longer. I tore the bandages off of my arm and began running.  I ran my limit, which was only about 40 minutes of running without a break.

I stopped, my chest felt closed up, and my lungs felt like they were filled with water and I couldnt get any air in. I had to keep moving, though. I then heard my name called and the water was once again replaced with fear.

this time, the fear was so strong I started crying and running.

Caine was after me, and he was not happy.