Silence is Golden

Chapter 17: December 2012

You're probably wondering why I don't just whisper things to people. Fun Fact: that tires out your vocal cords faster. I don't have freaking vocal cords. Trust me, I tried whispering. But I do have some other stuff there, I'm not really sure. Ask my doctor. They're there to help my lungs not explode when I breathe. All for the cost of not being able to talk.

Now this lady who stands before me does not seem to get any of it. I'm talking about Ms. Campbell of course.

"Follow me," she instructed.

I stood up and followed her out of the room that hosted TFC. She led me past the cafeteria, turning right instead of left which would have led us to the living quarters. We walked past the benches, into the room labeled "Nurse". Inside, there was a padded table, leathers traps hanging from the sides.

"Please," she said, her eyes lifeless and dull, gesturing towards the table, "make yourself comfortable."

I hesitantly climbed onto the table, laying down and staring at the blank white ceiling above me. I know I should feel scared. I should run, call the police, something to expose these maniacs and their work. But that scenario only existed in my world. The real world gave no room for such idiotic happenings.

The nurse came and with her strong hands, bounded the leather straps around my wrists and ankles until I'm pretty sure I would needed my hands and feet amputated by the end of this... thing. Ms. Campbell appeared into view holding a mouth piece.

"Now," she shoved the gummy mouthpiece into my mouth, "you are going to stop all this bullshit you're pulling and show me that you can talk."

Crazy lady! Even if I could talk, I got this piece of shit in my mouth. I thought to myself, feeling extremely frustrated and annoyed.

She calmly took out the folder. "What was your childhood pet name?"

When I didn't answer, she nodded at the person standing behind me, out of view. "Keep it low for now," she instructed.

Suddenly, a jolt of electricity was sent through me, my brain feeling like fried jello, traveling all the way to my toes. As soon as the pain came, it was gone.

"Now do you know what would happen to you if you don't answer my fucking questions?" she growled. "Let's try again. Who's your favorite superhero?"

This time, the shock was worse, the pain stayed for a moment longer. My brain felt fried as I silently cried, holding back tears just in case that caused myself to become electrocuted.

"What's your favorite food?" she tried again.

Pasta! I wanted to scream so badly, knowing that the next shock would be worse than the last. If only I could talk, life would have been easier for me. If only...

I watched, on the verge of tears, as she nodded, the shock so bad, I numbed out. Try asking me what happened, I'll have a different story every time. I believe that I walked right or of that room, avada kedavraed everybody present and went to bed. Todd had a different story. He claimed that at the end of TFC, I was wheeled into my room on the table, my face as if I had a drug overdose. Drool hung out of my mouth, my hair so messed up it looked like Einstein's.

All I can say is that I felt terrible the next morning.