Cabin

Day: 2

When i came to, nearly all of the pain was gone, all except a throbbing in my head. It took a bit for me to notice, but my hands weren't bound. Under my head there was a softness, it was different from my pillow. I looked up to see the smile of the same woman that gives me that stuff that they call food. I couldn't help but smile back. So far, she's been the nice one between the two, and now that I look at her, she looks to be around my age. She's fairly pretty, long black hair reaching the floor, and her emerald eyes staring into mine, I was lost in them. Well, until I heard her voice.

"Morning sleepy head." That woke me from my mental maze, giving a smile and a wave. "Heh...good morning." I'm pretty sure that I'm glowing red, because without even touching it, I can feel my face getting hot. I thought it was weird but she didn't say anything, only ran her fingers through my hair. I was going to say something, but she ended up beating me to it. "Try not too talk too much, your body's going through some changes, and believe it or not, talking can effect it in various ways. Most of them are fatal, so just sit tight." Never in my life have I just listened to orders without a second thought like I have with this woman. Though, the way she said it, it wasn't like an order, I felt more like she was just asking me to comply.

But like she asked, I wouldn't talk, but I did get comfortable in her lap, turning on my side, I almost fell asleep. The feeling from her constant brushing was soothing, but through my weariness I heard her voice again, which seemed to wake me up, however much that sucked. "I have good news. From today on, you'll be able to eat solid foods, but we can only bring you small portions for now. Even though you will get very very hungry, you will have to know to stay calm and wait for your next meal." She would tell me, but it didn't really matter did it? Most likely they're gonna bind me again, so there's no point in telling me this if I can't move.

She continued to stroke my hair while I'm trying to figure this out. "Claire, you won't be bound to the bed after Wednesday, which is in three days. " She would tell me. I could feel my lips turning up into a smile, but I came to wonder something. Why is she so nice? I mean, she's not like the big guy, she was nice since the very beginning, and he was just a dick. Well, they could be taking a stand like a good cop bad cop thing..No. Maybe..I should stop watching so many movies. But, isn't this situation something that would be seen in one? Ugh, this is weird. I just pushed the thought to the back of my mind.

I would try to ask her something, but before any sound could escape my mouth, it was covered with her hand. "No talking Claire. Wouldn't want to melt now would you?" After I heard that, I swear it felt like my heart skipped about three beats. Could that really happen to me? I mean, it's melting, I don't think that's possible, unless that was more of a threat than a warning. I can't tell if she's serious or not, but there's no telling what they could've put in me when they served me food, or even when I was asleep. The thought of some kind of robot or another living organism inside my body made me shiver, and made me a bit uneasy being around this woman.

But even then I felt I should ask one question, despite her warnings. I would lick my lips, in which I was surprised that they weren't dry or cracking. I haven't done anything to them since I got here. Then I'd look up at her as my lips would part with a single word. "Why?" I looked up at her, and saw that her face would scrunch up a bit, probably since I didn't listen. But it would return to it's normal beauty as she talked. "Why what?" Though it was probably a bad idea, I would continue to talk. "Why...am I here?" I surprised myself, that wasn't the question that I wanted to ask, I was just going to ask for her name. But now that i think about it, it's probably better that I didn't. This is actually something that I need to know.

Staring up at her, I could kind of feel a bit of disappointment by the way she stopped and sighed. She would be silent for a moment, giving a bit of suspense. I would stare up into her closed eyes, waiting for what seemed like an eternity. I didn't know if she was just going to ignore my question, or if she was contemplating her answer. So I would start to ask again before I was interrupted. "Claire, you're here as a test subject. You were chosen to undergo experiments in order to alter your body. If I succeed, you will witness abnormal, but if these fail, well..to put it bluntly, you'll be very very dead."

I closed my eyes and sat quietly for about ten minutes. Looks like my guess from day three was actually right. Who would've thought that one of my daily guesses would be right? I was delirious most of the time, and just thought about the least likely thing that could've happened. But the fact that I was right changes like, everything. I honestly don't know what to think right now, I could tell that I was shaking, but I didn't feel scared. I think something's wrong with my emotions, compared to how I was before I was kidnapped, i'm like a completely different person, mentally that is. It feels like my body is scared, but my mind is completely calm. Is this what these experiments are doing to me?

Suddenly my mind was clouded with questions, I didn't know if I could even ask them all. But one seemed to stick out more than most of them, so of course I asked it. "Is there any possibility that I would be able to leave?" The question didn't seem as bad in my head. I dunno how she would react, whether or not she would answer, or if I'd be punished. But there was no turning back now, it's a bit too late for that.