Don't push me off the edge.

Eighteen

**** Emma's P.O.V****

" All yours" Shit head told the men in lab coats. What were they going to do?

He dropped me off with them, they walked me to a room with a table in the middle of it, metal table. With straps ready to hold me down. 

When we walked in they all grabbed me somewhere in my body and raced to the table, I struggled, kicked and threw my fists, but nothing worked. I couldn't use magic to get me out thanks to that damn bracelet on me, locked with a key. I was strapped to the table. Some hospital like things next to me. The hooked up something in my arm, I wasn't a person that payed any attention to medical type things. A needle in my arm, I wasn't a fan of needles but I didn't hate them either.

My eyes fell droopy, I tried to keep them opened but failed. 

" Let. . . Me out. . . I didn't do. . . Anything. . . Let me. . . Go. . . Please. . ." I begged them, but I passed out before they could do anything.

As I was asleep, I saw me and Derek talking again. When we first met on the cliff. I was watching us together. I saw how much he looked at me but how much I didn't look at him. I  kinda felt bad, but that was a few days ago. What's done is done.

I noticed how stupid it was. A question and answer was so old schooled it was laughable, but i didn't laugh.

What were they doing? Was I being experimented on? Was this what they wanted me for? Yes, I was a witch? Did that mean alot? In my head, no. In there head I must have been the perfect subject and all they wanted was to gently tear out my insides

When I woke up I was staring at the ceiling, I looked around, no one was in the room. But I was still strapped down, not like I could do anything. Before I know it the doors busted open and people were surrounding me.