Blackened Skin (Incomplete Novel)

Arctic Eyes Defrost

      I woke up on a cold white floor, in a white room, wearing a white medical gown. I attempted to stand up, but the muscles in my arm refused to cooperate. I lay there, staring up at the ceiling.  I have nothing. I attempt to get up one last time, and as last time was unsuccessful. I lay there confused, and worried. Why did my dad leave me here? Better yet, where did he leave me? Constant thoughts of that variety ran through my head. Did he leave me here to die?

    The thoughts of him leaving me here, and the paranoia of him never coming back set me into a worry. I was young, intelligent, and had many friends that I feared I would never see again. These white walls were concealing me. Hiding me from the outside world. Would I ever see my family again? I didn't understand. The people on the streets with no movement. The death of my mother overnight, why and what is going on. I began to feel nauseous, as I thought of the dead people I knew on the streets. I was determined to get up.

    I grasped the ground firmly with my palms, and threw myself upwards. I sat up. I was breathing heavily. That took as much strength as I had. A tray slid under the door, and my attention immediately went to it. I turned back quickly, and there was food on it. My eyes widened. Who knows when I last ate? Certainly not me. I don't know how long I have been in here. I slowly crawled to the tray of food, stopping frantically along the way. I eventually reached the door, and almost immediately dug into the food when I realized something on the tray. Pills.

  I then lost my appetite. Are they drugging me? Then a faint memory of a doctor thrusting a syringe into my arm appears in my head. My eyes immediately widened as I quickly backed away. My dad....he said I would be safe. This isn't safe. I heard a bunch of locks opening from the plain white door. A scientist walked in with about 4 security guards. They picked me up, each one carrying me by an individual limb. They brought me to another white room with a large glass window roughly 80 feet up. They strapped me down to a glass table, and shined a bright light in my eyes. I heard them speak quietly. "Her eyes, they aren't frozen."

Frozen? What do they mean by "frozen?" They injected another syringe into my arm, and filled it up with blood. They then brought me back to that white room. Why me? Why not someone else? I was scared. Scared I would never see anyone I loved again, scared that something dreadful was going to happen to me.