Soul Bearer

Was everything in my head...?

I awoke in a cold sweat, my body ached and my head pounded. I closed my eyes tight, as they stung to the lighting in the room. I felt heavy, my legs were numb...

I was so stricken with fear, I guessed that my body gave out on me. I opened my eyes slowly, looking around the room.

"Where .."

I mumbled, my throat was dry and felt clogged. I realised it was my bedroom, the ceiling fan was running and I could hear the clock ticking on the wall. I, though weakly, attempted to sit up... But I couldn't. My body ached badly, but I also felt restrained...

I looked to my chest and wrists... Belts ran across, clipping to sides of the bed to hold me down. Some wrapped around my wrists tight. I must say my heart dropped...

I began pulling my wrists upward, groaning angrily as I broke the latch and ripped my arms free. Panting heavily, I rubbed my wrists, as they now had a painful red ring that tore some skin. I reached my hand over to the side of the bed, unlatching the ones over my chest and stomach. I sat up, continuing to do the same from around my ankles, calfs and knees.

I breathed heavy, my heart racing. "Mom... You know I hate that..." I said, as I went to stand, toppling over the second I stood. with a loud thud, I felt my body hit the floor.

"Oof!"

I felt my thigh, sighing as I realised I still had feeling in them. I rubbed my forehead later, trying to remember what happened.

"I saw Frankie... Fainted... Now what?" I asked myself, as I felt my neck. "Feels like something pinched me..." I said, as I realised there was a bandage along the back of my neck. My eyes widened.

"They drugged me!" I said, I knew the way my body felt was familiar. Having barely any feeling in your body, and having a large migraine was all common for me...

I stood up, holding onto the back of a chair. My chest felt tight. I looked to my clothing. It was a light blue outfit, a loose neck space so I couldn't choke, and loose pants so I didn't feel weighed down. It was what I wore at the Asylum...

I walked out into the hall quickly, my legs feeling less numb. I turned on the hall light, sighing as I rubbed my eyes. I stopped near the staircase, listening as my Mother talked with someone.

I quietly walked down a few stairs, sitting on one as I looked down into the living room. Dr. Martin sat across from my Mother, a case sitting on the table between the couches.

"I gave him a heavy dose of Tranquilizer upon bringing him home. Honestly, had a whole meltdown in town square, nearly attacked fellow students who were off to travel home..." He explained.

Wait what...?

"But isn't that strange for him...? I thought he was okay to come home. He hasn't had any attacks until now."

"I'm sorry, Ms. Rochelle. But if he continues to be a threat, we will have to take him with us."

Dr. Martin opened the case he had on the table, pulling out a black pouch. He unzipped it, sitting it in front of my Mother, who gasped slightly.

Inside, sat two viles. Both brown, a label with my name, and a black top on each. Aside them sat three unused needles. Staring at me, ready to strike at any moment...

"Honestly, is this even necessary?!" My mother exclaimed. Dr. Martin pushed up his glasses, sighing. "With the amount he needs to stay down so you can give him the medications, this is extremely important. In the Asylum he is considered especially dangerous, if he's stronger than most of our security guards, then he'll surely knock you on your back in a fit." Dr. Martin said. He made me sound like an animal...