traitor : kylo ren.

five : helpless

i wake up in a new room once more.
i look down and find my tank top rolled up high above my chest, exposing nearly all of my chest; i look around and find tubes leading out of my body and a clear liquid entering inside of me as well.

what looks like a nurse in a black suit comes in to take out one of the clear liquid bags to refill
"oh your awake."
she continues mumbling nonsense to me, as i look around the room, my eyes focus outside where it looks like another nurse is talking to someone in another black suit.
she begins to walk away and i'm now able to see the other person. he had raven black hair that flowed to his shoulders and his black suit was suited around his broad shoulders and frame.
in his hand.
a mask.

ren.

its almost like he heard me, because he looked over at me and turned, placed his mask on and left.

*

the nurse binds my waist with a white cloth as i hiss in pain, although my body was mostly numb, i still felt the stinging pain as if i gotten a rug burn.
the nurse hydrates me and watches over me for a little while more before a pair of two stormtroopers come outside of my room.

"the treatment hasn't been finished, i'm afraid." the kind female nurse tells the troopers.

they say nothing as they bind me with handcuffs and assist me out of bed.

off we went, down the halls, receiving glares by all i pass by.

this isn't how i'm going to spend the rest of my life

i struggle out of the stormtroopers hands and attempt to grab their blasters as i kick and punch with all my might.
i attempt to run free, but end up tripping on the slippery tile and fall straight down on my wound once more, i groan in pain as i see dark spots again, but don't black out just yet.

the troopers shove me in a cell quickly, making me collapse to the ground again: blood gushing out of my wound. i bind it once more and sit in silence. watching prisoners walk in and out, all the while troopers marching all around.

i need to get out of here.

i look around the cell only to find myself surrounded in darkness with a bed, in which i'm on and a tiny toilet beside me.

you can't loose hope. a voice in my head says, it's awfully loud, but i pay it no mind as i lay down onto the "bed" and fall into a deep, needed sleep.