Tales of the Travellers

4

I was numb for the next few days. They had been smart enough to leave me alone for a few days, but I knew it was only a manner of time before they would undoubtedly come after me to start up the experiments again.

She had left me behind...

I sniffed as I pressed my hands to my eyes in an attempt to hide my tears.

She said we'd get out together... and she left me behind.

I heard the door open, but didn't really acknowledge anybody when they came in. They said something to me, but I was too sad to care.

But eventually they pulled the wheelchair into the room, and everything attacked me at once. "No..." I mumbled shaking my head as I scrambled away from them when they attempted to grab me. "Please no... please no..."

They continued to grab at me and soon they managed to pick me up. "Come on, let's be a good boy now," they said to me as they practically threw me into the wheelchair.

They were quick to try and get me into my experiment room, and I had never felt more agitated.

We went down the hallway once again and went to that fateful door at the end of the hallway again. They doctor opened it up, and inside I was welcomed to a metal slab that looked to be made for corpses.

I attempted to get out of the chair as the door closed behind me. I frantically looked around and saw the odd needles, the desk and monitors, white tiled ground and walls and grey ceilings. I saw the medical tray beside the slab with all of my special experiment and the water bag that was at my head for the hydration of my body.

I felt myself crying as I sat there and continued to beg them not to do this again.

They quickly unstrapped me and managed to get me down on the metal slab, four guys needed to keep me still long enough to strap me in. I continued to pull against the leather reinforced straps in my attempts to sit up.

"Let's not be difficult now, you've already caused us a lot of grief as it is," one of the doctors said as he pulled one of the needles from the tray. "Naughty boys need to learn their bloody place. You shouldn't have been such a brat, you're normally a good boy, Goldie. I don't understand what's happened."

I had stopped struggling by now as tears of frustration filled me.

I felt the needle prick my skin and I yelled out in pain as I was injected. He pulled the needle out and passed it to one of the nurses.

"W-Where's Hailey?" I asked.

Another doctor seemed to laugh, "Why do you care? That girl used you and then abandoned you," he stated.

I was pricked with another needle, this one more painful than the last one, but they always got gradually painful, it was similar to a burning sensation.

"She... she was my friend..." I said.

One of the doctors scoffed at me as he tested the needle's ability, "Some friend you've got there, Goldie."

I got jabbed again and I started crying.

I was trying so hard not to cry, but I was failing. The pain was becoming too much... not the pain in my arm or the burning that stretched through my body, it was the tightness I felt in my chest, the heaviness that weighed down my shoulders, and the clouds that rained on my mind.

Was I a bad kid?

I didn't think I was... I didn't understand how I was and I wondered why everybody seemed to leave me. I was kind to them, I tried to be a good person despite my situations.