Forever Lost (Forever 1)

Chapter 3 - The Tiegress - Alagayshea

I groan aloud. I can feel nothing but a sharp pain in the back of my head. I can see nothing but deep blue-gray eyes. I can hear nothing but a dull ringing. I can taste only blood. I can smell nothing but blood. I sit up and feel more. The stiffness in my muscles that must be do to that drug. I open my eyes and peer out. It is bright but I do not close my eyes again or squint. I will not show that, at the moment, I am blind. I will give them no more time to pounce

My eyes adjust to the light and I see not a clinic-type room but people. Exactly twenty people sitting in fine wooden chairs behind a line of perfectly clear glass. The only way to know there even is a glass is because of the metal door on the right end of the glass. It looks soundproof. Bulletproof actually. The thought sent a shiver through me. For why would they have bulletproof doors unless they expected them to be shot at?

The glass forms a small four by four square around me and for a second I feel claustrophobic. Taking a deep breath I shut my eyes for a moment, taking it in, and then open them again. I am ready. I stand up slowly, every muscle seeming to rip apart as they move for the first time since I was drugged. Once I am fully on my feet I attempt to take a step. Involuntarily a loud cry of pain escapes my lips as the ripples of the tear make their way through my body. I continue on my journey to the door, against the will of my protesting joints. I do not let the whimpers pass my lips. Instead they echo in my head. The sounds of a crying dog.

I feel my lips tremble and my body shake with the pain witch only makes it worse. All I know is I have to get to that door. Odds are it will be locked but what if it isn't and I just stood here? Ignoring the people who can't seem to take their eyes off me I slowly reach out toward the knob. Praying with everything inside of me that it will open I slowly twist it to the right and push. Nothing happens. The door stays firmly closed yet the door can't be locked because the knob is turning. I decide it must be some other type of lock and dismiss this. My mind begs me to try harder. To push and pull until it breaks. But I know better. For what good would pounding on a bullet proof door do? Cause me pain? Check. Panic me more? Double check.

Turning away from the door which was to be my only hope I observe the people around me. I circle and look at the people. Trying to use my eyes to ask what has happened - why I am here. I get no answers to my questions.

One person among the crowd stands out to me. Among the causally dressed people she alone looks to be in full dress. Her hair is blond and elaborately braided upward. Her hair must be very long to be braided like this. She wears a deep blue gown that is tight at the wrists and waist and has small black jewels embroidered around the neck line. She has bright green eyes and seems to be around the age of forty. There is a dark blue tattoo the matches her gown on her forehead. It looks like and upside-down teardrop that has grown skinny and makes it's way halfway down her nose.

I look at her now. Directing all my questions at her in a silent rage. She understands me, I can tell. She knows exactly what I'm thinking. I see her look tot the person on her right and watch her lips form words I cannot hear. This is frustrating because I'm so used to hearing anything that I focus on. Now it's silent. The only sounds are my ragged breaths and the tapping of my feet. The rhythmic beat of my slow paced heart and the whimpers that still echo in my head just from the pain of standing. But I will not sit. I will not show that I am damaged. That the pain pierces through my soul in a way that I have never felt before.

Suddenly words appear and echo in my head. As if someone spoke to me through my mind. They whisper almost. Hissing at me. “I am Anita. Who are you?”the voice is not of a child, but a lady. Someone who knows what they are doing. I can guess where it originates. How it showed up in my head, that's the mystery.

I open my mouth and I feel my bloody throat prepare for the ordeal of speaking. I feel as if someone has pored raw acid down my throat while I was 'sleeping'. “I” I strangle out of my self. My voice managing to crack in the short period of time it was able. “Am” I squeeze out pushing the pain away. Fighting the nausea this puts me through. “Ala” I take a deep breath, damming my name for its many syllables. “I am Alagayshea.”

I don't want to ell her this, not at all. But what good will lieing do at this point? They've already got me. Might as well just cooperate. Id say that then I could get to my new 'home' faster but truthfully, at this point, I'm starting to doubt that this is a .

The lady in robes squints at me. “What is your name?” she repeats. I squint back at her. Wanting to tell her that I already said it but deciding its not worth the effort.

She looks even more confused now. She waves her hand at one of the other people in the room. A younger girl who has very dark brown hair – almost on the edge of black – and the same bright green eyes as the lady in robes. This girl looks to be around seventeen. I see the lady gesture to herself and finish whatever she was saying. The girl the looks at me. A mixture of confusion and dislike showing. For a moment I think I see a small smile creep onto her face but then she's back to the look of confusion again. She turns back to the lady and begins to speak more words I cannot hear. I sigh internally. I've always hated it when people are talking about me but it makes it especially irritating when I have to watch it happen only four feet in front of my face.

The girl nods now and glances at me again. The lady and the girl then begin walking towards the door. Instantly my escape instincts kick in. not pausing to think I act frightened and begin backing my way the the back corner. Pushing myself against the wall as if to get as far away from them as possible. The girl then proceeds to open the door. I don't see her mess with a lock but I don't waste my time thinking about it now.

The second the door is halfway open I push off the wall and dart towards the door. Since it's only four feet away it's a pretty short run but my time is pretty dam fast. In a second flat I'm pushing my way through the door, knocking over the lady in robes. The girl that was behind her smiles cruelly at me. Not even a moment later a pain even intenser the the one I was already experiencing pounces on me. The agony overtakes me at once and there is no control, no piece of mind left to tell me to stay strong. My reaction is instant, I scream. I scream a scream that's not really a scream at all but a high pitched wail of agony that doesn't seem to ever stop for breath. One that barley even sounds human. Only later do I realize how ironic that thought really is.

THIS CHAPTER IS NOT YET FINNISHED.