Hide and Seek (Completed)

Chapter Nine

I saw flashes of light once in a while. I drifted in and out of sleep. I faintly wondered if I would remember this later and nearly felt the energy to giggle at the silly thought. Of course I would remember! I felt a prick in my arm and groaned at the slight discomfort it gave me. It went black again. The next time I drifted out of my black darkness, the ceiling was moving above me.

"We need to sedate her again." Someone said.

"Not until after the MRI. We need to see the brain activity when she actually is thinking like herself and not when's she's doped up."

"Well then let's get this over with before she freaks out like last time."
Last time? What happened last time? I don't remember a last time.

I groaned at a massive headache forming behind my eyes.

"It's alright sweety. We have to do this real quick, then you'll be right back on the meds."

"Yeah," the other one grumbled. "Then we get to cut inside of you. So much to look forward to."

"Harvey!" The nicer of the two scolded as I felt panic rise in me even though I couldn't feel a bone in my body, besides a stupid headache.

"What? She won't remember this when she wakes up anyway."

"It's doesn't matter. You'll make her uncomfortable." She said.

I probably blacked out from all the blood rushing to my head as my heart rate quickened that time. The next time I woke, it was completly dark and I heard a faint dripping noise that lulled me back to sleep.

I woke up the first time to an irritating sound. Water dripping. Drip. Drip. Drip.
I couldn't see anything. It was to dark. I couldn't move. I wouldn't be able to tell if my limbs were there or not, if it weren't for the numb feeling telling me I had been sedated or something. I smelt mold and mustiness. I was laying on something hard, like concrete. I slipped back in to uncounciousness.

The next time I woke up, I could actually feel my body. My neck was sore, my limbs and clothes were soaked from the wet ground. The water was still leaking. Drip. Drip. Drip. I started counting the drips.
I'm at three hundred and fifty three when I decided I had enough energy to sit up.

I slowly put my hands behind me to support my upper body and slowly raised myself. My arms ached as I lifted myself, but I was happily surprised when there was no vertigo.
I realized there was no point in sitting up, and decided to wait just a little longer to see if a light turned on, or if there was a window and the sun just needed to come up.

It gave me plenty of time to think. About Rownan. He had the same Flair as me. He could have any power he wants. And he can give one to another person. Which was better then mine. Or maybe mom just hadn't see that in mine.

Has Rownan figured out that I was more then he thought? Has he figured out that I was just like him? That I was more then he ever bargained for?
Lord, I hoped not.

I got very bored again and decided the lights weren't going to come on if I just sat there.

I sat up again. I tried to stand up, thinking I was on the ground. But I was not on the ground. I toppled over the edge of a bed or a step of some sort and groaned in pain. My arms stung and my head blazed. Not in a headache way. Like a knife just stabbed my head, darn it anyway, sort of way. I rubbed the tops of my arms to take away the chills running through me but kept my eyes on the blackness of my cell, waiting for a slight asldjustment in light so my eyes could adjust to the dark.