Breach

Entry # xxxx-3

When I woke up, the room was utterly in a blur. I see syringes everywhere. Thick dried blood splattered on the once clean and cold floor. I could almost see a slight coat of dust on the surface. I tried to get up but I couldn't feel my legs.

Neither can I feel my arms. . .

I tried to tilt my head but it throbbed in the attempt.

'What happened to me?' I asked no one in particular. But my mouth didn't even more.

I lie chest first on the hard bed so it was hard to breath. If I wanted any comfort, I'd have to turn to lie on my back. But I can't feel my body. It is like My brain has been disconnected from my limbs. The shock from the men who detained me paralyzed most of my being...Even my heart. I felt numb. I felt no pity...or irritation. Nor I feel any means of wanting to get away.

I closed my eyes hoping that I could still access anything in my being.

A memory maybe?

Nothing...

Nothing except one memory.

A memory that keeps coming back again and again...

A memory that doesn't even belong to me.

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"You know, you should come with me."

Who is this guy? 

"It is much safer for the both of us. For the baby even."

Am I pregnant? I don't even know this man. He had deep green eyes and a bit of long jet black hair tied back into a mini ponytail. 'He is so not my type,' I thought to myself. But this isn't even my memory. I feel like I'm intruding something secret between these two lovers.

"I don't want to. I am perfectly fine in taking care of the baby by myself if you plan to leave." The woman's voice inside me replied sharply.

The man sighed loudly, "I'll still be here if you changed your mind." In my perspective, which was the woman's in the memory, shifted from the man to outside. The two are inside an old Civic. The woman closed her eyes and breathed in deeply. Her hand absently rubbing her flat belly. But I knew that someone is starting to grow inside. 

"MJ," MJ, I gasped. There are about thirteen MJs in my entire existence. And that includes Malory. Malory Jane Sanderson. 

"MJ, please. I want to be a part of the child's life. Your life. And I want you in mine as well." he placed a hand on MJ's. She shrugged it off without even looking away from the front. I couldn't see much of outside because it had started to rain. MJ started to unbuckle her seat belt and went out, slamming the door of the Civic and didn't look back.

"MJ!" the man ran for her. MJ ran faster in the rain. Visibility blurred and all went too fast.

Screeches of brakes and the stench of burnt tires collided with the sound of glass shattering woke me from the daze. I waited for my vision to adjust to the room. It was now cleaner but I have no idea when it had been cleaned or whether it was all part of a dream. I pushed myself up on the bed and a sudden jolt of pain ran up to my arm. Then I saw it...

Cuts and bruises...

How did I get these?

Then I heard footsteps outside my door.

Then the door slammed open.

A man in white uniform came in; a syringe in hand. His grin sparked his grey eyes with malice.

And then he locked the door behind him.

[to be continued]