mutated

chapter sixteen: i meant help me sleep, not take away my books

I woke up with a start, cold sweat on my brow, my fingers gripping the blanket tightly. It had been ages since I had a dreamless sleep since the eerie quietness of the night seemed to make my brain go a bit crazy at night from inactivity.

This dream was one of the worst. In this one, I was blindfolded tightly so that even with my hands-free, I couldn't untie myself. The blindfold wrapped around my ears as well, limiting my hearing, and an inhibitor collar had been around my neck, blocking me off from any way to sense my surroundings.

I could feel the swords in my hands, felt my arms moving to ready myself from the unseen, unheard attackers. A brush of feathers scraped against my cheek, and I realized that someone had shot an arrow at me, and dream-me had narrowly dodged it in her confusion. A foot kicked square on my back, and I stumbled forward, swords dropping to the floor, and I was helpless to the onslaught.

They invisible people had strung me up, and with my shoulders feeling like they were already dislocated from being hung from my wrists, and I held back a choke as someone brought down a bat on my stomach. This torture had continued for what seemed like hours, with a little gap in between to give me the false hope that I could escape.

My escape was waking up, but it wasn't much of an escape. The tingling pain still lingered in the back of my mind, and my hands shook with fear. The helplessness, the pain, the sense of abandonment that no one had rescued me from the torture I had been put through. I peeled the blanket off me, ignoring the pins and needles of cool air that hit my bare shoulders, and stood up with shaky knees.

I heard someone shifting in their sleep, and looked around. No one seemed awake. I ignored it, and continued to get off my bed.

My arms shivering, I hauled myself to the bathroom, careful to walk as lightly as possible to avoid waking up everyone else in the dorms. Pulling out another set of black clothes from the cabinets, I brought them to the shower area of the toilets.

It was one nice toilet, it might as well be labeled as a changing room instead of a toilet, but it was so clean it might as well be the one in my own house. Peeling off the sweaty clothes off my skin, I stepped into the shower, letting the warm water wash away the tension in my muscles. I sighed, my body still shivering slightly.

It wasn't something I always did, showering in the morning, but today was different.

Stepping out, I wrapped a towel around my body and began to dry my hair, I was still shivering slightly, but it was a bit better now. Running my hand through my soaked hair, I sighed. How did I go from a normal, well normal-ish, school girl into an agent of some Triad gang who had superhuman abilities?

Pulling on the clean set of clothes, I headed over to the lift silently, riding up to Lily's office. I knew she was probably awake, and if she wasn't, she would realize I was going to her office and would wake up soon. As I exited the lift, it was safe to say that Lily was awake after all.

"What bring you here during this ungodly hour?" She muttered, hand fluffing up her messy hair.

"Nightmares, I guess. I feel like you're my psych consult now." I replied, cracking my neck, and she stared at me alarmed. "Hey, don't stare. This is what I do in the mornings."

"Well, I can read your mind, so I'll just do that first." She closed her eyes, and I felt the tingling feeling of someone's foreign touch inside my mind. "Woah. That's a violent nightmare."

"I've been having them a lot. Sometimes I don't have the blindfold, but I still get beat up, sometimes I'm inside a room where the only sound I can hear is the sound of my blood rushing through my veins. Always torture, both mental and physical."