The Mad Doctor

Chapter 10

I grabbed a pipe and smashed the window, the glass shattered but the pieces were still in the ledge. I heard a thud from far in the hallway. "Come on!" I hissed, trying not to panic as I practically threw Lucas towards the window. 

He gripped onto the ledge, biting his tongue to try his best to silence his painful scream as the glass sliced into his hands, some digging deep. I pushed his legs through as he scrambled outside. 

Outside. So many of times I thought that this day would never come and I would die with the wish of the outdoors. I jumped and grabbed onto the ledge, little pieces of glass slashed and stuck in my hands. Half of my body was pulled out of the window when I felt a strong hand grip my ankle. 

I haven't noticed that I was crying until I felt a sharp pain through my leg as the tried pulling me back. I clawed at the ground, dirt went deep in my nails. I didn't want to go back! I pulled back my other foot and kicked him over and over in the face, tears fell and I screamed.

I felt the person who had grabbed my foot loosen and I yanked it free, scrambling to my feet. I ran so fast, seeing Lucas in front of me. He was hiding behind a tree. I ducked down beside him when I saw someone in a blue outfit and black shoes with shiny pins on his shirt. 

He noticed us as I stepped over to him. "Where are your parents?" He started to ask, but the last thing I remember was the ground rushing up to my face and meeting darkness itself. 

*** 

I let out a whimpered as I opened my eyes. I was met with the white lights causing me to shoot up, a weird machine beeping loud and fast. It seems to mock my beating heart. I was tackled up in wires and was about to pull them off and escape them again until a girl who seemed kind walked in and gently laid me down. 

I took a second to look at my state. I have bandages wrapped around both my hands and around my legs. I looked frail and skeleton-like because of the lack of sun and I looked pale, more pale than normal. The light made me sick and close my eyes until the lights were turned off. Then my mind snapped to someone.  

"L-Lucas!" I cried, tears falling and staining my cheeks. "Where is he!!" I whimpered. "Jamie?" The familiar voice came from the door frame. He was wearing sunglasses but had a bit more color to him but still fragile and weak because of the absence of sun. 

"Jamie Dane and Lucas Anker?" A man with a long white coat that ends at his calves with a light blue shirt. To accompany with brown pants and black shoes. "Y-Yes?" I muttered, tensing up. 

"Hello, I'm Dr. Lance and I'm here to check up on you." He told me gently, grabbing my hands with care. He unwrapped them and I noticed that the deep cuts and glass was gone and replaced with scars. "How did I heal up so quickly?" I asked. 

The doctor looked at me. "Jamie, you've been asleep for three weeks." I looked at him with surprise. "What happened?! What's going to happen to me?!" I demanded. 

"Well, since you're up and Lucas is here, I wanted to tell you. You seem to be very sensitive to light for being in a dark place for a long time. We are giving you sunglasses and you cannot take them off unless you're sleeping with the lights off. You'll be able to take them off until your eyes adjust. You'll have the scars on your hand and we've done all we can to heal them." The doctor explained.

"Okay? And?" I asked. The doctor suddenly looked upset as he looked down at his clipboard. "Jamie, you're parents are gone. So instead you need to be adopted or be put in a foster home." The doctor told her. 

I felt like my entire world shut down in a suffocating darkness. My head started to spin until Lucas piped up. "You said she could be my sister! Right??" Lucas blurted and the doctor slowly nodded. "I'm going to take you in. This will be my first time and I already talked to my wife about it. This will also keep you safe and I can monitor your health." The doctor explains. 

"Yes! I'll go!" I yelled. I felt like I could trust him even if I didn't know him. I didn't want to be put into a foster home or be adopted by someone who could hurt me again. 

***

Years passed and finally, we both went to school. I was glad we both were fast and smart learners so we reached what we needed to learn. Lucas loved playing baseball with Dad, seeing as it provides exercise and practice for the team. For me? Well, I've joined the police force and found the guy who saved me. 

And now, the murders are in jail and the children are free from the place. For extra measures, we got someone to destroy the building to make sure nothing is left of that. 

Though sometimes, I wake up at the middle of the night and I looked into the hallway that was connected to my room. Sometimes I feel like I saw something stalking me, waiting for the moment I'm alone. Maybe I'm being paranoid and nothing there. My Dad says I may have developed PTSD so my imagination could be soaring. 

I looked over at my door and saw a slight shadow ducked down behind something but when I closed my eyes and shook my head the shadow turned to me a coat rack. Maybe it is just my imagination.