Dark Alley

Chapter 4

     At least now I know how long I'll be waiting for him to come back. Ten minutes. I counted and counted ten minutes by seconds.

Five-hundred ninety eight 

Five-hundred ninety nine

Six-hundred.

     At exactly on the six-hundredth second someone appeared to me. It wasn't him. I don't know how the person got in but I am pretty sure didn't care to know anymore.

     It was a man, wearing a fashion that made me remember my father a lot. He looks taller than I am, but I am sure he is far younger than my father. I am not sure if he's comfortable with what he was wearing, I warned him to thinking twice about wearing layered fashion in a hot, four cornered place. I kept it on myself anyways.

     His eyes. His eyes were green.

     I noticed the guy carrying a black briefcase. He settles it on the floor and gently opened it with both his hands. "Good morning Foster."

     How many times do I have to hear that word?

The guy sat beside me.

     I had a quick look inside his briefcase. 

     It's almost empty except for a long tiny object with a needle in it. I've seen a lot of them - people here used to stick them inside my skin. The first time they stung on me I cried, this time I'll try not to.

     "Foster this will just take a little while," he told me. "You'll just feel like you've been bitten by a tiny ant." He take the object out of the briefcase and holds it with his three fingers. It's so light and fragile. 

     "What do you call that?" I asked.

     "Why would you want to know?"

     So that the next time you use it I'd know, I thought. But I told him I'm just curious. 

     "It's an injection," he replied. "It's for vaccination, to immune you from sickness - we know you haven't been eating Foster and that's not good, it could kill you."

     Isolation will kill me first, I thought. I wish they'd just killed me.

     I bent my arm raising the sleeve of my clothes. "Very  good, " he whispered. He started inserting the long thing needle on my skin, and then pushing it on my limbs – but no it wasn't like I've been bitten by an ant - it feels more like a lion's bite. I closed my eyes to partly ease the pain. I can feel fluids entering my body. I raised my head up and stared at the white ceiling. The light was blurry and my eyes are wet. I don't know what's happening.

     "What's happening to me?" My voice cracks, it's difficult to speak - to breath. The guy grabbed my shoulder trying to calm me down. But I can't. Because my hands are shaking, my vision is blurring. I kept asking him - I search for my voice.

     My ears were the only sense I can use. I can hear him talking.

     "Maricriss kindly hand me a pillow," he says to someone named Maricriss. I've never heard a name before. I kept hearing mine but never to those people who serves me. "I think he might need a long sleep."

     Before I could uncontrollably close my eyes - I have to see what's going on. I hear footsteps. I turned my face to see him. The guy with the blue eyes as he passes the pillow to the other guy.

     "Thank you Maricriss." I hear.

     "Maricriss." I whispered, airy and cracked. The guy can't hear me nor Maricriss.

Maricriss.

Maricriss is a girl's name.

     I inhaled a loud gasp. The fluid is forcing my body to shut.

Until everything shut.