A Second Chance

Hazel Eyes

I touch my hand to my head slowly. It was heavy to lift. I didn't have any energy left. My body ached. Bruises everywhere. My fingers run along the skin on my head and I touch a wet, sticky, sore patch. I wince. I pull my fingers away and look at them, blood on my fingertips and under my nails. "Ow" I say under my breath. I sit up and rub my head again. My vision is still blurry and my eyes are watering. I look down. I'm sitting on a metal bed, like a vet's desk. Wearing an ugly white dress like pjamas. On my wrist is that same creepy symbol, from the soldiers uniforms and the dead boy's neck. I try to rub it off, I feel unclean with it inked on my body. I doesn't come off. It's like a tattoo, I guess. I swing my legs to the side of the bed. They dangle there for a while as I observe the room. The small room was painted white. White walls. White floors. On the left wall there is a shiny silver desk, exactly like the one I am currently sitting on. A white door was directly in front of me. The white door a few metres away from me had a small circular window in the centre of it. On the other side of the door I can only see more white. 

My feet touch the cold floor. My weight is now depending on the strength of my knees. I wobble a little, struggling to keep myself up right. I take a few slow steps towards the door, and peer outwards. A white hall with multiple, identical, white doors. My head starts to spin and my vision goes blurry again. "Woah" I sigh placing my hand back on my head, attempting to push the pain away. I walk limply around the small room, untill I reach the cold silver bench. I place my hand on it to steady myself. I look up at the flickering light. Creating the room to go from light to dark constantly, not helping the pain in my head. Underneath the bench are multiple drawers. I open them and inspect. Inside the first drawer there is papers. I pull them out and look through them. One has my name on it. Below my name is my age, my blood type, birthday, hair colour, everything. I flip to the next page and see "Found: illegal property" That must be my pod. I place the pages exactly back where I found them, now concerned. I open the drawer next to it and see medical equipment. Band-aids, bandages, unlabeled tablets, medicine. I reach my hand to the back and feel something prick my hand. "Argh" I suck my finger, stopping the blood. I turn my head to see the spike I had hurt myself with. I reach in one more time, slowly. I grab the not spikey part and pull it out. I cautiously hold it in front of me. "what the?" I turn it around looking at the back of it. "A needle?" A huge needle with a point as long as my neck rests in my hand. My heart rate starts to rise and I get a bit scared of what they have used this for. Why it needs to be so big, if they were going to use it on me. I shove it back in slamming the drawer shut quickly. "Do I even want to check the other one" I ask myself staring at the third and last drawer. I pace back to the oppisite wall. I see a flash of colour walk past the tiny bubble window. I bob down, my instincts taking over.  When I hear the footsteps pass by, I get up from the clean white floor, and dust the invisible dust off of my hospital looking clothes. I hear more footseps. Doubled footsteps. And talking. I can't mak eout what they are saying but I heard my name somewhere in their converstation. I scramble back to the so called 'bed' that I woke up on, and lay down with my back facing the door. I closed my eyes and listened

"Yes, well, we should wake her up now" says a smooth, soft, angelic woman voice. "No. Not yet. We don't know how she will react on the medication we have put her on" A manly voice states. "Okay, then let's just take a sample of her blood, and go from there" I hear a clip-clop of heels on the tiled floor, coming closer. My heart stops pounding and I think of what they are going to do to me? What they have already done. She places her hand on my shoulder and lifts up my sleeve. I flip around on my bed in a flash and grab her wrist in my hand, I twist it around, untill she shrieks, "Ow!" I pull her close, spin around then jab her in the stomach with my elbow, then back hand punch her in the face. She falls on the ground with a grunt I glance down at her. Her nose bled, and her eyes closed. The man standing on the other side of the room in a striking blue suit had looked up from his clipboard and pulled out a gun and pointed it at me. I refuse to raise my hands in surrender, so I stand there with my arms down, fists clenched. "Don't move!" He yelled. I start slowly towards him. "I said! Stay there!" I don't stop. "I don't want to shoot you!" 

"Becuase you need me" I state as firmly as I can. "I have back-up coming" He claims. I don't respond, just snarl at him. Soon I hear more footsteps echoing through the hall. Firmiliar men in soldier uniforms slam the door open and rush over to me, large guns in hands. my heart skips a beat. noticing I had no chance now. 4 against 1. They walk briskly behind my back stepping over the unconscious lady on the floor. I stared into one of the soldiers eyes as he glanced at me. I remember his firmiliar brown eyes. They shone as the flickering light's luminesence filled the dull room. I smiled a cheeky smile, as if to say 'couldn't get rid of me that easy'. Thoughts go through my head. If they needed me then the guns would be just to scare. They can't shoot me. So I sprint full speed and tackle one of the men to the ground. The other soldiers were startled, just standing there doe-eyed. "Don't just stand there shoot her!" The man in the suit yelled. Then one of the soldiers lifted their gun, and pointed it to me. I was wrong. I felt a hurting prick, jab into my thigh. My head spins. My vision goes blurry. I rub my eyes as everyone in the room watches me. I try to step, and attempt running. The firmiliar soldier with hazel eyes grabs my wrists and holds them behind my back. I couldn't stop myself, but I laughed. My eye lids got heavy, so I closed my eyes. My knees fell weak again, I shift all my weight onto the soldier. I feel strong arms lift me from my feet and hold me so my head was hanging. He carried me out of the room. His booted footsteps ehcoed through the skinny hall. "No, NO" I shouted. I mustered the last of my energy and wriggled around in his arms trying to escape. I elbowed him in the side of his face, and he dropped me on the hard cold floor. My head hit the ground with a thud. The pain rose by 100 percent. I lay there. No energy left. My lip bleeding and my head throbbing. "She did this to herself" I heard the man in the suit state. I shut my eyes.