The Wolf Inside Me

Chapter 19

Chapter 19

I was drifting, floating around in my subconscious when I heard voices. I focused on them and was brought back to the surface. My body felt bruised, and lethargic. I opened my eyes a millimeter and saw Simon.

He was putting something in a syringe. And it didn't look like tranquilizer.

"I'm sorry Kate, but you've become too much of a problem...."

I knew right then he was going to kill me. They were going to overdose me, or something, but I wasn't going to live to see another day.

I tried to squirm of the lab table I was on, but pairs of rough hands held me still. Simon looked at me apologetically and buried the syringe deep in my front arm.

I went under again.

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When I woke back in a new cell, I was confused. I had thought they were going to kill me. So then what had Simon injected me with? Why had he apologized?

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Time passed, and once I had realized what Simon had done, something in me broke.

I didn't care if I lived anymore. I stopped eating, and I lost weight. Before I had been thin, not skinny or sick, but not overweight.

Now I was sickly thin. I could count everyone of my ribs, and my shoulder bones stuck out.

What should have scared me was, I didn't care. I didn't have the will anymore, or the energy and strength for that matter. But it didn't scare me. I didn't react to anything anymore.

The other night, sometime after our attempted escape, Nathan had come to my new cell. He had cut me with a knife over and over, asking where Emily had gone. I didn't respond. I didn't react.

I didn't feel.

The only emotion I had felt was hope for Emily. She had escaped. I just pleaded that she made it somewhere safe.

When Simon had noticed the other day how thin I was, that I wasn't eating, he had put an I.V. in my arm. I had taken it out as soon as he left, so he had moved me to his lab.

That's where I was now. Strapped to a lab table, with a needle in my arm. I didn't do anything. I just laid there, wishing my life was over.

Simon had tapped my hands down, after finding me with a scalpel trying to hurt myself. To make myself feel something. Anything other than the emptiness inside me.

Nathan didn't bother me anymore, I was already in misery, he couldn't possibly do anything worse.

One evening, Simon left to go to dinner. As usual he had pleaded with me to eat. But I just didn't have the will anymore. I didn't answer him.

I lay staring at the ceiling. I studied the tiles. I wish I was like them. Unchanging, uncaring, and most of all, not conscious.

I was about to fall into a blissful sleep when I heard a commotion outside.

Great, now I wasn't going to be able to sleep. If I had the energy I would have yelled at whoever it was to knock it off.

I heard the door open loudly, and wanted to yell at Simon for bothering me. But it wasn't Simon.

Suddenly beautiful earth brown eyes were looking into mine. I must have fallen asleep.

Clay.

Oh, I never wanted to wake up. This was the most wonderful dream I've ever had.

"Please don't let me wake up." I whispered, gazing into those amazing eyes.

"Oh Kate." A mournful voice said.

Why was the voice sad? Couldn't it see I was happy?

A small smile formed on my face. Of I were to die now, I think I'd be ok with that. Maybe I was already dead, and this wasn't a dream.

Dream-Clay picked me up, cradling me like a small child. Of course with the weight I had lost I probably weighed the same as one.

"Clay." I murmured, "This is the best dream...."

Clays face appeared above mine.

"Kate this isn't a dream, David and I are here to bust you out, so is Emily. I believe you know her."

This wasn't a dream? But.....

Clay pulled the needle from my arm, and walked us to the door.

Clay began explaining, and it was all I could do to not fall asleep in his arms.

"Emily found us, saying she knew how to get to you. We had been searching for this compound for days, without a trace. So we came here, broke in, and now Emily is keeping them busy with her telekinesis. She's a brave one." he said with a smile.

I returned his smile with a small one of my own. I was so drowsy now though, and I barley registered us walking out I the building. If it wasn't for the harsh sunlight I would have known.

Clay began running, carrying me through the woods. Emily and David were following behind us.

We reached the van hidden in a small break of the trees. We all climbed in, and Clay sat in the back with me.

I drifted off with my head in his lap, but not before hearing him whisper,

"I'm so sorry."