Insomnia

Chapter 18: Lights

Lights blurred in my image, and funnily, I didn’t really know what was happening to me, I mean, the only thing that my mind could reconcile is that I was being dragged, no, I wasn’t dragged, more likely placed on a stretcher and just like a mentally damaged person, my arms, legs and head were strapped down, and well, I can’t blame them, can I? I was now on berserk mode, going crazy at every time those sharp lights and colors hurt my eyes.

2 hours, that’s how long I was able to bear the ripping sensation in my chest ‘til they said we have finally ‘arrived’, and then as quick as how it all came, my vision blurred and so as my hearing, so all I could hear now was the echoes of their voices, and the feeling of tension and panic build up around me.

They told me that we have finally arrived Maine, but I didn’t know what Maine was, much less remembered how I even got there.

What I do remember is that dream of me and Lilith and that’s all, another girl was also there, and I clearly don’t remember her at all either, but she practically trusted me with her own life, because for her to draw near to me even if she knew I was bitten and that I was turning into a zombie would be enough for me to think she was out of her mind, but surprisingly no, she didn’t shy away and neither did she get a shotgun and kill me.  So yes, I guess that girl was practically out of her mind.

And after that dream, I realized that right now might be the time that I turn into an actual zombie.  What? Too straight forward again? Well, I couldn't elaborate it in much simpler or twisty sentences that would explain the same thing altogether anyway, I was turning into a zombie, the end.  And whether I liked it or not, that was the plain truth of it all.  How else would you want to explain this kind of fate if this happens to you anyway?

“Kit Kat,” A male voice or voices echoed through my ears, I couldn’t really hear them, well, probably I still could, but just like their images, the sound was blurry, unidentifiable even.  “Give me the syringe right now,”

“But you haven’t run any tests on him yet!” Protested what seemed like a female’s voice, wait…I knew who owned that voice…Kit Kat did, that was hers, I’d know my girlfriend’s voice anywhere, and the male’s, who owned his voice?

“We have to stick him now Kit Kat!” He yelled.

I blinked, as much as I hated those painful lights, I had to figure what was happening to me, or what they were doing to me, and better yet, I had to know where I was right now.  I moaned, and my heart raced faster than ever, my body was feverish, exploding with so much pain I might just end my life right here and now.

“But Adrian–”

“Kit Kat now! He can’t take it any much longer!”

Oh, now I know, the male’s voice was owned by a certain Adrian…funny, but didn’t I know him too? Right, he was, he was my brother, my only family that’s left after mom and dad’s death.

I tried pulling my arms and legs from those straps that held me down securely, I hated the feeling of getting trapped, of being so vulnerable.  I mean what if those zombies come and eat me up piece by piece? It would hurt like so much, seeing your flesh getting ripped and chewed by those monsters was enough for you to yell in fear, how much more when you’re bearing the pain of it all?

Their blurry images edged closer to each other, and the female, Kit Kat, handed some kind of thing my eyes couldn’t figure out, but it was slender, and had a pointy end, I wonder, what was that thing for? The male quickly took it from her and his shadowy image drew closer to my vulnerable exposed skin.

Now I was scared, what were they gonna do with that slender, metallic thingy anyway? Did it have something to do with me?

I struggled for life when I realized it did, and then I bared my teeth, feeling new strength fill me, taking my arms and legs feel strength to a whole new different level.  I pulled my arm from the strap and it snapped like a toothpick, I then growled, letting my free arm swat at them.

Adrian, or what seemed like the male held me down again, strapping my free arm tightly, I roared in fury this time.  Making the girl, Kit Kat jump back in sheer fright, and she should be scared, because even with all my bravado gone and a ghost of what was to come practically scared the crap out of me.  Why won't they just let me go?

I wanted to get out of here, don’t they know that the monster in me was starting to loose out already? I didn’t want to kill anybody, I would never ever want to do that to them, because I knew that deep down in me, I loved them both, and killing somebody you love because you couldn’t stop the inevitable from happening was hell enough for me already.

Adrian, though his image was blurry, I could tell he was biting his lip and that he knew what he was about to be doing was dangerous, scary at the most.  Geez, he was starting to scare me more than I already was. 

“Bud,” Came his breaking voice, “Bud, if your still there, this is the cure, and I’m gonna inject it to you right now, so please, don’t make this any harder than it is,” Adrian begged, his hands shaking as that metallic thingy drew close to my exposed skin near the arm.

The Cure?

And before I knew it, I felt a pricking sensation on my arm, making my body explode with the pain all the more, slowly the transparent liquid was entering me, was entering my body. 

And the metallic thingy was finally gone leaving me burning from the inside out.

I wriggled in pain, screaming, the plain truth of it all was, it hurt, like a lot and it wasn’t at all peaceful, of course it wouldn't be.  The pain was indescribable, even I would not know how to compare it all with.  First, I was being ripped apart piece by piece, and then I was crushed by some tractor and then those rusty knives were back, entering me with all my vulnerability.  They were cold, disgusting and spine tingling in a very, very bad way.

“He needs morphine! Adrian! Caleb needs morphine now!” Came the sound of Kit Kat's voice, I guess she was yelling as tears streaked down her face.  She shook Adrian by his shoulders.

Adrian stared at her and nodded his head, his entire body trembling, “G-give me some morphine then-” Kit Kat dashed into a run even before Adrian could finish his sentence, “It’s at the cupboard, the top most shelf.” He said, even I could hear the breaking in his voice.

I twisted my head to the other side, as the pain started to enter my neck and slowly my head, I yelled, thrashing around as the burning sensation gripped me like nothing I’ve ever felt before.

Acid, yes, that was the best word to describe this burning sensation.  Acidic and painfully hot, it hurt and technically, that would be obvious to you, but I’ll say it again anyway, it was painful, and all I can ever do is scream my head off, making my voice as hoarse as ever.

It looked like Adrian got the morphine now because there was another prickling sensation at my other arm this time.  I bawled aloud, I just couldn't help it.  Feeling my insides twist as I realized that that prickling sensation just added to the pain that I was going through right now made everything suck at it's worse.

The pain increased, that I was sure my entire body was going to disintegrate into dust.  Help! I called mentally, endlessly, and like a child, tears were streaming down my face non stop, I wanted it to end, I wanted everything to end.  I begged that they killed me here and now, it was just too much, just too much for this 16 year old body to take.

Suddenly, a rippling sensation in me abruptly stopped everything, the pain was slowly going away, the darkness was beginning to dim my vision and my breathing evened.

My clenched up fists slowly opened up and even if I was still trembling due to my encounter with that kind of pain, I was glad that it was disappearing, the pain was disappearing, I thought to myself happily.

I sighed, as the burning sensation left my arms, fingers and finally my finger tips, I closed my eyes, letting the exhaustion overwhelm me instead.

It was now dark, hollow and silent.  Probably I was dead, hopefully I was, besides, this was much better than turning into some crazed flesh eater who can’t control the desire to eat raw insides and skin.

I shuddered, disgusting…and ever so slowly and quietly, I died…

Hah! Got you there again, didn’t I?