The Frozen Heart (Ziall)

Chapter 9 ~ Despair

Chapter 9 ~ Despair

~Niall's POV~

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Every day the same thing.

Every day after lunch a doctor injects me and I go numb. They take me to the same operation room as the first day and start their tests on me. 

And it's not just that one monstrous doctor either. There are about ten scientists who come in to see what effect the new potions they made have on me. But the one who did the first tests on me, he seems to be the one in charge. 

Most of them feel like fire injected into my veins. I have never experienced this kind of pain before. And every liquid they give me gets more painful. 

Once they injected it, they note down the effects it has on me and my powers. Up to now, there has been not one that was successful in their eyes and all it does to me is bring me more pain. 

I wonder what they will do once they have found an effective injection. 

They will probably kill me. 

It has been months since I arrived. At least it feels like it. In reality, I have no idea how long I've been here. 

Definitely more than a week, though. 

I wonder how long it will take before my body gives up. I barely eat anymore, feeling too nauseous to eat because of the pain they inflicted on me. Two times a day a dry slice of bread and water is not really food either. 

Maybe my body will collapse before they can kill me. 

I don't care who wins that race. I just want this horror to stop and I don't care if I have to die for it to stop. 

I was such a fool thinking I could find happiness anywhere else. I was a fool thinking 'home' was the worst hell there was. 

I was wrong for sure. 

At least I am not alone anymore...

Zayn... 

How is he? I don't know. Is he even still alive? What are they doing to him? 

I can't hear his screams when I am in my cell, but I haven't heard them outside of it either. 

Tears well up in my eyes as I realize he might be dead. I will never see him again. "No." I whimper to myself. 

I am curled into myself on the pile of blankets. My skinny body is swimming in the clothes they gave me. They are way too big for me now. 

Silent tears drip on the soft material of the pillow underneath me. They form a small pile of snow. 

My gift is useless now. I gave up trying to escape a long time ago. 

When the door opens, I don't even look up anymore. They will sedate me anyway, so fighting back has no use. 

I try not to react at all to the strangers who probably came inside, though they are back early. I don't have the feeling I have been here for as many hours as usual before they come test on me again. 

I hear footsteps go to the corner of the room to the security camera. 

What? No one has ever done that before. They usually come straight to me. 

Finally, I look up when I know something is off. My curiosity gets the upper hand. 

In the corner of the room, fumbling with the security camera is a man in a white lab coat. His hair is brown and short from what I can see, which is not a lot since his back is facing me.