The Poison in her Veins

Joining S.H.A.D.O

In less than a minute, the lights are turned on and Harry is thrown off of me. I look up to see the men that had brought me into Mallard's office two weeks before, yelling orders for more men as Harry struggles against them. A switch goes off in my brain and everything becomes numb, the shouting like white noise around me. 

With everyone being distracted, I stumble out of the room and run down a long corridor. I decide to turn left, panting and exhausted, hoping to make it out of this place alive. A few more turns later I hear alarms going off, and shouting in the distance creeping up on me. I push forward until I finally see back doors leading to an exit. With one last adrenaline rush I sprint to the door and swing it open so that it crashes next to me. As soon as I got my freedom however, I felt a hand grip my arm.

"I got her! All men to the back entrance on hall 56!" Trying to pull out of his grasp I do everything in my power to try to escape but the man barely budges. When I see more men coming down the hall and grabbing me, I shut down. People always say that when they become so emotionally exhausted, they have a mental break. Well, I guess this was mine because I just stopped. I sagged in the men's hold and didn't make any effort to escape. No tears came to my eyes and I felt nothing. No sadness, no anger, no fear. Just nothing. I am pulled in a daze through the white halls that are too bright for my eyes to bear. I realize that I haven't showered in at least a week or changed my clothes so I must smell horrible. 

The men beside me are still yelling orders probably about what to do with me but I don't hear anything. I faintly see Mallard in the distance with grief on his face, but it must all be a lie because he knew what Harry was doing. A young woman is left with me alone, and I realize we are in a bathroom. She says something to me and turns on the shower. She reaches towards me to helps to take off my shirt due to my dislocated shoulder that I must have gotten sometime during the fight with Harry. I roughly shove her against the wall and start to choke her, pictures of Harry flashes in my mind.

Realizing what I am doing I let go and gesture for her to leave. I strip down and step into the shower, turning the heat up until it is scorching my skin. I still feel nothing. I quickly lather shampoo and conditioner into my hair and scrub my body violently with my good arm until the memory of Harry's hands is somewhat gone. Turning off the water I step out and wrap myself in a towel and see clothes sitting on the counter that the woman must have left for me. Without looking in the mirror I changed into the men's size t-shirt with boxer shorts. My bad arm lay limp at my side as the pulsing pain shoots down my arm. Taking a brush I gingerly rake it town my hair wincing at every pull. I look into the mirror and see someone unrecognizable. 

My face has become paler and skinnier, my eyes have bags underneath but they are barely recognizable with the bruising that litters my face. There is more red, black and blue than there is white. I lift up my shirt to see scars and more bruises scattered across my ribs. I pull my shirt back down without turning to look at my back. With another glance up at the mirror I slam my fist into it, making it shatter around my feet. My eyes eye the biggest shard and I walk numbly across the glass as it digs into my feet, and pick it up. I take the fragmented piece of the mirror and drag it along my bruises on my stomach. I can only hear my pulse in my ears as I stop the shard at my lower stomach. 

With a swift movement I dig it deep into my skin, hoping that it will finish this nightmare. I sink to the floor, the smaller pieces of glass wedging their way into my hands and knees. I stare as blood trickles down my hands and legs, mesmerized. I don't turn around as the door slams open or as voices start panicking and screaming at people to get the doctor. Everything starts to become fuzzy and before I feel arms picking me up cautiously while a voice tells me to keep my eyes open, I give into the deep slumber.