Monster

chapter eleven - memory

'we can't escape from the demons in our head. they're going to be there forever, living in the back of our minds.'

Scarlett's POV

Only darkness flooded my sight, but I could hear voices right in this moment. Normal, human voices. Not those gruff, inhuman ones I was used to. The soft chattering from outside the room, the chilly air from the air conditioning, the needle embedded into my skin, once again. Oh god no, not again.

Peeling my eyes open, I blinked a couple of times, letting out a tired groan. When I finally arose from my oh so peaceful slumber, I heard voices outside the door as my eyes snapped open. I was welcomed by the clean scent of the hospital, the coldness of the room causing goosebumps to appear on my skin. A needle was lodged in the crook of my elbow, and I winced as it pulled on my skin once I moved my arm.

The sweet scent of my mate wafted in as he walked in, in all his glory. Tousled hair and tired eyes expressed his almost nonexistent concern. But, I couldn't stop thinking about what happened. I looked down at my left arm, to see the bandage removed, and replaced with a new one. I probably had a dazed look in my eyes, as I wondered about what they thought of me. I didn't dare look up in fear of making eye contact, in fear of what I would see if I were to look into his eyes.

The worst part of anxiety. Caring about what everyone thinks, constantly worrying that I'm not good enough for them; and I'll never be. They, the doctors and nurses, probably thinks I'm a suicidal psycho that is actually a spoiled brat that didn't get what she wanted. Hell yeah, I want to go back to my parents, up in heaven, though I'll probably end up in hell.

I snapped out of my trance, when a tingle shot up from my hand, signifying that my mate was touching me. Willingly. I hated how tense everything seemed to be when he was around. I stayed still, still being able to feel his hand touching mine. The nurse had come in, with a huge needle, that looked petrifying, by the sheer size of it. My past experiences had needles involved, and it wasn't exactly a pleasant memory. However, my brain seemed to taunt me, replaying the scene as it were a film playing right through my very eyes.

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Again, the higher ranking members used their jurisdiction as an advantage against the lower ranking ones, like me. They simply looked down on us, to put it in a nice way. Two of them gave a contemptuous smile, as they flounced towards me with an aura of pride and dignity, following their tracks.

A few of them laughed, making my heart drop in my stomach, and I could feel a storm of rage pushing up, but I pushed it down unwillingly. If any disrespect was shown, they would feel even more angered, and would beat me bloody and bruised until the morning where I would be waking up, in a pool of my own blood.

Trust me, I've learned that lesson. That left me with scars on my back that never healed, even until now, although the incident happened four years ago, when I was first learning the position I held in my pack.

Now, two of them held me down ferociously, as I struggled from their tight grips on my wrist, helplessly. One of the men, who was big and burly, and generally, just scared me to death, held a long needle, and was currently filling it with a liquid.

Handcuffs laced with small doses of celestial silver and moonstone held me down, and a sharp jolt of pain rushed through my nerves with every movement I made. They grinned diabolically, as they injected the liquid into my veins, enough to cause excruciating pain, but not enough to kill. It was a rare mix of aconite and silver. This, used in large doses, can incapacitate someone, and brings the victim permanent damage.

As the odd feeling liquid through my nerves, a sudden jerk of pain hit my abdomen, and I groaned. As the pain gradually worsened, I screamed in pain, but the sound was muffled by someone's hand covering my mouth.