Beyond Control

Chapter 42

There is a colossal of dreams. A million different voices speaking to me and I only recognized a few to be the people I've met.

The world is spinning and all I can hear is ringing. I was floating in an empty void, strong wind throwing me around the empty space. The world is a mess, that had me wondering if this is what it's like to be locked in a tornado eternally.

For a moment, I was unsure if this is still a dream or if this is my afterlife, locked with these voices that are slowly tearing my sanity apart.

Amidst it all, a familiar voice echoed loud but vaguely. It was a deep and hoarse voice in a sincere tone, as if discussing something significant.

There were white spots growing all around the dark void. I feel a strong piercing pain penetrating my head, a pain which gradually wipes the ringing in my ears away.

I opened my eyes, there's a sting on my right leg that'd woken me up. I bursted out of my sleeping position, hurled myself up and checked on my leg.

My gaze bounced to where I remembered the gunshot wound was, my heart racing as I thought of how long I've been asleep and how bad the wound's condition would have deteriorated. It was still hurting like the bullet had already dug deeper into my flesh.

My gaze was staring at my right thigh, I was gasping for air as if I'd been drowning for a hundred years. I was sweating and my face was painted with tears. My eyes were puffier than usual and I realized I'd been crying for a long time in my sleep.

There's no trace of a wound on my leg, no sign of a bleeding injury at all. I was lying on a couch colored in a dark shade of gray, a feeling of comfort which I'd never felt for ages.

My wounds are all healed, leaving the hideous scars all over my limbs. And I wondered if the bullet was still in my leg to cause such a stinging pain.

The pain was gone when I was looking at my thigh. The long white pants were trimmed short, seemingly for my wounds to be exposed, which tells me that someone treated my injuries.

"Are you feeling well?"

I flinched, my gaze switched to where the voice came from.

I was still breathing hard against whatever nightmare I was in, my heart still worried about the bullet in my thigh, and my head overthinking this situation.

I'd always end up back in my cell after I black out on every escape attempt, and having to face the consequences.

However, after blacking out on this attempt, I ended up somewhere where I'm not bounded and confined in a cell. I was provided furniture to sleep on for the first time, being treated like a human instead of the creature I am.

My vision was blurry when my gaze was locked on Ayven's who was standing far away. Before I realized those were tears blocking my vision, they began falling out of my eyes.

The warmth of my tears was burning against my cheeks that are ice cold like a corpse.

I don't know why I am crying. I don't know what I was tearing up for, or what I was afraid of.

There's so many things in this horrible world that scares me. Even as a monster myself, I am still afraid of humans; those who made me this way.

I recognized the white walls and the pale white lighting of the facility, the light gray concrete floor.

I am still stuck in this facility. I am still locked, as their experimental subject.

I gripped the cover of the couch, clenching it tightly in my fist as tears fell down to my filthy subject clothes. I bit my lips and tongue to keep my sobs silent, knowing that someone else is in the room.