Rolling Thunder Ch.1

Rolling Thunder Ch. 2

After gulping the drink down, I felt hot fire going through me, or so it seemed anyways. My head suddenly spun, and my hair felt like it was being yanked out of my head. The fiery feeling inside of me was spreading to my stomach and legs; and every thought, vision, or memory seemed to be leaving me. The white room spun continuously as I tried to budge beneath the straps. I was feeling more claustrophobic than ever, and the fire inside of me burned even harder. I was sure of the fact that that my dad and Robert could see flames searing my gown and my whole body spinning out of control. But that was just me.

            Suddenly everything stopped. The dizziness, the fire, and the hair-pulling all collided into each other and exploded into nothing. I heard a loud bang and then there I was, heart beating heavily.

            “I think its done the job for now.” A voice burst into my world from out of nowhere.

            I could feel my eyebrows furrow together in confusion, and as my vision came back, I could see my dad and this unknown Robert at the end of the table that I was lying on.

            I found that my vision was more focused and I could see things clearly. My brain felt the same but was still muddled. As I stared at my dad, I could see his face almost in front of me even though he was farther away.

            Suddenly his features crinkled up and tears suddenly started pouring down his cheeks, and it looked to me like he was trying to say something but couldn’t. Robert put his arms around my dad and pointed at me as he started crying himself.

            This was all so strange and weird to me.

            I thought my dad was ready to kill me. Or maybe he still was about to, but just felt guilty about it.

            But despite these thoughts running around my mind I found myself feeling sorry for him. I really didn’t want to see him cry, and I tried to hold my arms out as if top comfort him. But then suddenly his face disappeared from the end of the bed along with Robert’s.

            As fast as both had disappeared, they came back and my dad had a pair of pliers in his hand.

            “Oh no! He’s going to kill me slowly with those!” was the first thought that rushed into my mind. But I felt a relief when he said!

            “Do you think it will mind if we un-strap her?”

            What did he mean by “It” anyway? But at the same time I would have given almost anything to get off that table.

            “No, no, just do it.” Robert said beside him.

            My eyes must have had a pleading look in them, because Dad hesitated for a second, looked at me, and applied the pliers decidedly.

            It seemed like an eternity before all those straps came off, but when they did at last I moved my right leg first and while doing so I felt like a dead corpse that hadn’t moves in ages and was revived in some way. I was stone cold, and shocked that any blood had flowed during my imprisoned stay on the table.

            As stiff and painful as it was, I got off with the assistance of my dad and found myself being supported in his arms.

            As I stood there for a couple of minutes, I looked upon the table. It was stainless steel, and the cut straps were dangling at the sides. No wonder I was so cold.

            Not remembering that I couldn’t talk before, a sudden wave of fear and emotions swept over me, and I suddenly started crying.

            “Dad, what is happening?!” I wailed and turned my face towards him.

            “Oh, thank goodness! She can talk again!” He wrapped his arms around me and I did likewise while crying tears into his coat. My first idea was that I was about to get murdered, but such notions went to waste as I stood there in my father’s arms. Even if I was to get murdered, I didn’t care now. I got to see my dad again. I got to see my dad again! It suddenly hit me like a bullet. I hadn’t seen him for a whole year. I couldn’t remember why, but I knew something was different.

            I squeezed him harder involuntarily as he stroked my hair behind my ears. “Come over here.” He said and put his arms around my shoulders and started guiding me around a corner where a mirror stood that I had never seen before.

            When I was finally in front of it, my dad told me to look directly into its glass.

            I did so, and found a sight to behold.

            In an ordinary mirror, you would usually see just yourself if you looked into it, but that wasn’t so with this one.

            While my dad and I were standing there, we stared at a miniature weirdo with her hair scarlet red, eyes a pale white, and the rest of her skin was green.

            “Oh my goodness! That’s me? I’d be pretty awesome in an alien movie or something, but this is me right now? Oh, my!” I was on the verge of hysterics.

            “No, honey, that is not you. You have blond hair, and green eyes and you are beautiful.”

            “But Dad, you’re the same way in the mirror but when I look at you outside of the mirror, you’re…well, you’re Dad.”

            “Yes, that is the same with you. It’s trying to brainwash you into thinking that you’re something you are not.” He started leading me away from the mirror.

             “But why does the mirror do that, and what are you talking about? Where am I, where are we?” I knew I was pelting him with questions, but what else is a person going to do when they get to talk again?

            “Come over here, I’ll tell you all about it.” We all sat on the ground together, and I found myself staring at Robert. I still didn’t know who he was.