Toxin: You're Next (An Original Creepypasta)

How long ago was it? A week? A month? A year? I don't remember. All I remember is that it all happened so fast. And I remember it as if it were yesterday..

When I had lost everything.

I couldn't tell exactly what day it was, I couldn't tell what time it was either. I lived in a test room where there were no windows, and there was barely any light.

I'm a test subject. An experiment. Something that the scientists would abuse just to test out their new concoctions.

So many shots, so many cuts.

I knew I probably had infections all over my body. And it hurt too much to walk. All I could do now was crawl. The pain was just too unbearable.

The door to the room opened. I saw one of the scientists walk in. His name was Chris. He looked at me, and smirked. He knew I hated them, he knew I hated him the most.

he carried a small knife with him. That knife was like his pride and joy. All I could do was wait for him to reach me and accomplish his goal.

I was still in pain from the last blood sample they took from me. And the pain from the shot hadn't worn off yet. I felt as if I would lose my sanity at any moment.

He took my arm. I didn't struggle, I didn't have the will to. All the years I've spent there, I knew fighting him off wouldn't help me. If anything, It would just make it worse.

He brought the knife closer. I stared at my arm. Waiting. Then I felt the knife cut into my skin. I nearly cried out but bit my lower lip to keep myself from screaming. But then he cut deeper. I let out a shout, my eyes were stinging. Eventually I started screaming.

He lifted a small vial to my arm. The blood trickled into the vial until it was full. He stood up and stared at me one last time, chuckling before walking out and shutting the door.

I clutched the bloodied wound on my arm. I stared at the blood drops on the floor. Strangly, the sight of blood didn't bother me. In fact I was rather curious about it. Why it had such a beautiful shade of crimson, yet it tasted like rotten pennies. I had tasted it once by accident when I had fallen and cut my lip. I wonder if all blood tasted the same, looked the same, what if there was green blood or yellow blood. Then it would look less appetizing.

"Ari?"

I was brought out from my trance and was now facing a different scientist. His name was Ryan. He was different from the others, he never hurt me, he was always nice to me. He carried a soaked towel with him. He had come to clean up after Chris.

I sat up as straight as I could. My back was hurting, heck, my whole body was aching. He came over to me and crouched down. He started caressing my arm with the cold towel. He was the only thing in this god-forsaken place that was keeping me sane.

"There. Finished."

He gave me a small smile. I didn't smile back. It had been a while since I had really smiled. Even though I trusted Ryan, he was no exception.

His smile faded and then he stood up. He started to walk away but turned to me and spoke.

"I'm sorry you have to go through this, Ari. I would stop it if I could. Just know that I'll never hurt you. Understand?"

I nodded to him, and then he left.

"Thanks." My voice croaked. I hardly ever spoke, so when I did it'd always come out rough.

I pushed back my messy black hair and laid down on the filthy, stained floor and drifted off to sleep from exhaustion.