Thoughts Left Behind

Prisoner (ScienceFiction)

*Science Fiction*

I ran down the darkened street, splashing in puddles along the way. A  streetlight flickered before dying out.

I peered behind me as I ducked into an alley, doing exactly what every horror movie I'd ever seen told me not to do.

Now I wished I hadn't fought back, I should have just let it happen to me.

I tripped over some trash and landed on my knees. I hissed as I felt gravel rip into my skin. Scrambling to my feet, I pushed my frayed hair out of my eyes.

The brown strands stuck to my face. I was terrified.

I reached the end of the alley and turned around. This was it. The End. I was going to die tonight just because I was brave.

Oh man was I screwed.

There was no light in the filthy alleyway, so all I could see of him was his menacing figure as he stalked closer. I felt a little pride in the small limp he had.

"You think this is funny, girl?" He snarled, noticing the slight upward tilt to my lips.

I immediately wiped away my smirk, replacing it with a frown. I didn't want to upset him anymore than he already was.

"You little bitch! Do you know how much that hurt?!" I shrunk away from him further into the wall, a newfound fear rising within me.

"I thought I might let you go but not after that, no way am I gonna let some puny whore get away with that." He was practically foaming at the mouth at this point, a switchblade magically appearing in his hand.

I don't want to die.

I don't want to die.

I don't want to die.

My eyes clenched shut in fear as a scream was ripped from my throat. The man had lunged at me, driving the blade into my body continuously as my attempts to get away only grew weaker and weaker.

At last the pain stopped, my eyelids dropping for the last time as a darkness consumed me.

So this is death. Being suspended in a good of nothing for all eternity?

I already felt alone, as though forever had passed by since my eyes last drifted shut when in reality it couldn't have been long.

What was I to do?

My arms shot up to block my face as a bright light flashed, only my arms wouldn't move.

It hurt, a pain arising right behind my eyes. It was a white light, a clean light.

I blinked a few more times, my senses slowly returning to me.

I heard voices, a beeping sound to my left, though they sounded a bit drowned out, my breathing being the loudest. It smelt clean, like disinfectant and mop water. My jaw hurt and I could feel something restraining me by my wrists. Something covered my face, helping me breathe fresh air.

My eyes fluttered open and everything became clearer, the sounds, the smells, the feels. Where the hell was I?

"Sir? Sir, it appears she's awake."

Awake? What does that mean? Did I survive the attack?

"Good, right on time. Dorothy, check her vitals."

"Right away, sir."

A hand touch my arm and I jerked away, my heart rate spiking on the monitor to my left. I struggled but found my arms and legs bound to the bed I resided on.

Why? Where am I?

My panic escalated until I was nearly thrashing in my place. I could hear shouts around me but they sound like whispers. My only thought was I had to get out. I had to get out.

"Hold her down! She's panicking. Someone get the morphine, not enough to knock her out! I want her to call down, not pass out."

More hands pressed themselves into my skin, trying to restrain me as my eyes scanned everything wildly.

A sharp pain erupted on the inside of my elbow and after a few more minutes of frantic struggling I had called down enough to be let go.

"Ms Mathews, it's a pleasure to meet you again." A middle aged man made his way into my peripheral vision as I couldn't find it in me to look anywhere other than the pristine ceiling.

"Ah, I suppose you won't be needing this anymore," his cold hands brushed against my cheeks as he removed the oxygen mask from my face. I felt stiff all over, my jaw no exception as I stretched it out a bit.

"As you may know, I am Dr McCuilin."

"Why am I here?" My voice sounded scratchy and unused, my throat sore.

"Ah yes, I figured you may be wondering," he picked up a clip board and flipped to the second page. Before he could continue the door opened revealing a younger man in a police uniform.

"Greetings, prisoner 583768. You have served your sentence. You are now free to go."

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Hey so this wasn't originally what I had planned to post, I couldn't finish that one in time so I pulled out one I had finished prior and added on a bit. I hope you liked it, it was a lot of fun revisiting some of my older works.

Anywho pleas give me some feedback if you feel like it and I look forward to sharing with you more frequently. If you help me spread my short stories I wouldn't mind a bit. *wink wink nudge nudge*

Well, see you tomorrow!

Ciao