Outlast Whistleblower Fanfic [COMPLETED]

Chapter 2: Hello, Doctor

There, the eyes again. 'I'm not gonna let you go this time,' I think and run faster. I'll praise myself, I'm really good at running when it comes to it. The guy who was behind me must have lost me. Sucks for him. I turn back forward. The eyes are gone, but there are no doors it could have traveled through to escape. A row of shelves face me instead. Unless these eyes belong to a ghost I think can still get to him. I jump over a shelf. There, a gap. Through that. I squeeze through it. I stumble out the other side and almost fall on a piece of brick. My foot hits it with such force I hear something crack. I moan in pain as my injured toe makes my whole body aware of its existence and I hobble over to a wall so I can sit down. I pull off my boot and sock. 'Fucking darkness. Can't even see my injury,' I softly touch my foot and pull back in pain. 'Owe. Ok so don't do that,' I make a mental note. Once again I look up to see the eyes staring at me. Then they're gone. Just as I'm about to attend to my wound, something heavy whacks me over the head and I pass out cold.

I blink. My vision is a bit blurry but I soon adjust. Another room. I try and get up but find that I'm belted to a wheelchair. 'Fuck no. Not now,' I start breathing heavily but calm myself down. Then I look around the room. 'Strange. Why would there be hospital beds? Wait. There's dead corpses in them,' I think and pull back, grossed out. My wheelchair almost falls over backwards as I recoil but something or someone catches it.

"What a beautiful lady," said a voice. Oh god I hate that voice already. A hand wearing gloves goes over my shoulder and I hear light footsteps. Seconds later a short man is looking at me. He looks like a doctor, complete with a blood stained apron. I say nothing, just stare. For that I get a whack over the head. I give a squeak of pain. "So she does talk" the doctor grins at me.

"Were you those eyes?" I ask and stare into his eyes. 'No, these don't look the Same.'

He shakes his head. "I'm sorry dear, did I hit you too hard?" A horrible smile appears on his face. Then he notices my foot. "Oh dear. Don't worry I'll take care of it. Just wait here," he says and walks away. I look at my wrist straps and pull at them. Then I use my teeth. 'God fucking damm it,' I think but don't stop trying. Then I hear footsteps coming back. I straightened back up. He comes back with huge scissors. My eyes open wide. 'no no no no,'  I think.
He smiles at me. "Don't worry this won't hurt," he whispers, sounding as if he was telling nothing but the truth. Then the scissors open. I close my eyes. Then, huge pain. I yell out and start thrashing. I yell my lungs out, till they run out of air and are coated in dry dust. My body seems to have enough and shuts down, sending my eyes into another void of darkness as they slide shut.

I wake up in a dark room, still in a wheelchair. I breathe heavily. My foot is in so much pain. I see the eyes again. "You," I gasp in shallow whispers. The eyes don't say anything. But then I feel hands on my leather straps that are holding me to the chair. Within a second my one hand is free, and just like that the hands and eyes are gone once again. 'At least I know it's not a ghost,' I think and smile into the darkness in gratitude. I can hear a door open, then slide back shut. 'I'll find you soon,' I think and quickly start undoing the other leather bands

Im so deeply sorry if I get one of the characters moods completely wrong.