Unstable

Chapter four~ Well that could've gone better

They’re gonna get you…they’re gonna get you…run before they get you…they’re gonna get you…run…run…RUN!

 

            I bolted upright, my sweaty dark hair plastered to my forehead. I panted wildly, licking my dry lips.

            “Nadia, you okay in there?” a woman’s voice came from the intercom.

I looked over to the double sided glass where they all were, but I just saw my reflection. I swallowed, the inside of my mouth dry.“I’m fine.”

The room was silent again and I lied back on the soft mattress. I rolled over on to my side where they couldn’t see my face and closed my eyes.

            It had been days since the vampire’s suicide termination and everything was quiet. John would hardly visit me anymore.  He actually hadn’t even come to visit me since that day. They just left me here with my magazines and food. When my mind was tired of thinking, I started to pace. Since the incident, they haven’t done any testing, let me have a shower or even taken me out of my room. Something was going on outside. Something big. Something John couldn’t even stop.

            “Lots of changes had been made.”

What did that mean? Changes have been made. Was somebody else in charge? And when would I be able to see John again? I started to pace in my room, walking on an invisible tightrope.

            “Nadia?” Arlene said standing at the door like she’d been there a long time.

I jumped and turned on the woman, hissing. I hadn’t even heard her come in. “What?” I growled.

            “We need you at the lab,” she said.

I narrowed my eyes at her, “For tests?” I said warily.

Arlene nodded.

I sighed and crossed my arms over my chest. I was debating whether I’d go with her or not.

            “Fine,” I sighed and uncrossed my arms, letting them dangle at my side.

            “But you have to put this on,” Arlene said holding up a black leather muzzle. I frowned.

            “What, why?” I said backing up.

She gave me a plain look. “Please don’t be difficult.”

            “But why do I have to wear it? I’ve never had to before. I’m not…” I swallowed. “Unstable.” The hair started to prickle on my neck and I twitched uncomfortably.