Hybrid *discontinued*

Chapter Two

====Gracie's P.O.V.====

I hug Jacob tightly then, without saying another word, I turn to walk down the hall towards my room. I contain the urge to turn around and just hide out somewhere with Jacob. I tried that once and got in trouble big time when the finally found me. As I walk up to my door, I see a guard waiting for me. I stop in middle of the hall, debating whether I could run for it but then he notices me. He walks up to me and grabs my arm. He starts walking to the lab, pulling me along behind him. I look down so I don't meet anyone's eyes on the way there.

We stop so he can scan his badge on the door, then we continue through the hall. Down the hall I can see it. The door. The one I have to go through to get to the lab. I hate that door. It always keeps me in. It always locks behind me. because of that door, I can never escape. The guard scans his badge on the door and pushes me through. As soon as he let's go of my arm, another hand is on my other arm, guiding me to the lab. I'm like a baton, and they are just passing me along. We get to the right room and whoever has me now leads me to the table I'm supposed to lay on. He 'helps' me lay down. He really just picked me up and dropped me onto the table. He puts the handcuffs around my wrists and ankles, then he leaves.

After a few minutes, another person enters the room. I don't look at them 'cause I already know who it is. It's my doctor. Or rather, the scientist who was assigned to torture me. He leans over me so I have to look at him. All I can see is his dark eyes and hair. The other half of his face is covered with a mask. Suddenly, I feel a pinch in the crook of my elbow. Everything around me starts to get fuzzy and my body starts to feel heavy. My head lolls to the side and my eyes close. I'm asleep.

==later==

I open my eyes and see the ceiling of my bedroom. I look down and see deep purple bruises on my wrists. Most likely from the handcuffs. I don't want to stand up. I know that as soon as I do I'll going to vomit. That is what always happens after a visit to the lab. I wake up with bruises and nausea.

After a few minutes I decide that I probably should get up. Just so I can assess the damage done. I slowly sit up and I can already feel it. My entire spine aches and a headache starts to form. I slowly turn my body so I can place my feet on the floor. I'm still wearing my shoes that I put on before lunch. Once my feet are on the ground, I lean down and lift up my pants leg. Sure enough, there are bruises there to. I don't know what they do when I'm out. I'm guessing that whatever it is, it's painful. Otherwise my body wouldn't try to fight it while I'm asleep.

I sit up again and attempt to stand. My legs wobble a bit and the headache gets worse. Then the nausea hits me like a brick wall and I fall onto my knees. I manage to keep it down while I reach for the bucket that is kept next to my bed. Ever since the first time I vomited it's been there. I guess they don't want to clean the carpet. As soon as I get the bucket to my mouth, it all just comes out. I feel like I'm throwing up all my guts, but I know I'm not. Once it stops I look up and see a glass of water on my nightstand. I reach for it and down most of it then put it back.

I hear the bell ring for dinner and I am immediately glad that they don't let me out for dinner. I would be a total mess and everything in the cafeteria would probably make me need to vomit again. Someone knocks on my door and I stand up again to open it. I somehow make it to the door without falling. I open it and a guard comes in. This guard is familiar. He's the same one that brings me food everyday. He places a tray of food on my nightstand, then picks up the bucket and the glass of water and leaves. I close the door behind him and walk over to my bed. I'm barely able to get there before I collapse onto it.

I fight to keep my eyes open because I know that if I don't eat now, they will take the food away before the night is over. I pickup my head then slowly sit up. I grab the tray, set it in my lap, and take the sandwich. I stare at it for a moment before I eat it.

'another dull sandwich, another dull day. When will it all end' I think to myself.