Dayla

Chapter 11

-Dayla

I wake up in a white room. The room is different from my last one, because it's not hazardous. It's just plain, white and boring. The sudden onslaught of light hurts my eyes and close my eyes for a second. 

Theres a huge weight on my wrists and I try to yank them off of whatever was holding them but I was unsuccessful. Trying to see what was stopping me, I saw a black band tied to the railing. I twisted my hands and yanked and yanked. 

Panting, I stopped. Whatever they gave me, it weakened me. My mind was in a disarray and I found it hard to focus on anything. 

"Well, you're awake." I hear a smooth voice by my side and I look to see the blurry face of a normal person. This wasn't someone from here. 

I keep my mouth shut, though. I wouldn't speak a word, not until it was absolutely necessary. 

"I'm going to cut to the chase. You need to be compliant. You may get out of here earlier than possible, if you just cooperate." It's a man, who speaks. The voice is oddly out of touch with the raspy sound I have been hearing for the past few days.  It's somewhat... refreshing. 

"Good. Staying quiet will get you places. Most notably, it will get you out of here." He speaks again, enticing me to speak or shout or do anything. 

I can see he is short, and slightly chubby. He looks friendly enough, but I won't fall for that. I read a name tag above his shirt pocket. 

Anatomy and Psychiatry- Dr. Hugh Jones

So, I'm in a hospital. I wouldn't have expected this- a hospital in a place where there is only artificial light. Nevertheless, I'm glad because I don't want to be out there. 

"We have a program for people with special abilities like yourself. We know that you are an Alpha, which gives you an edge over our methods, but I try. Your abilities will be harnessed over a period of one month to suit the military capabilities of the hosts." He finishes and I gape at him. 

A wave of fear rushes over me. My eyes watch the crazy man as he shuffles across the room out of my vision to get a rusty tray by my side. He picks up a black band and puts it around my neck. Taking the ends, he attaches it to the railing of the bed. It is tight, I note. 

And suddenly I realise what's happening to me. He takes a soft cotton gauze and forces open my mouth. I struggle against him, even biting him. Anything to prevent the inevitable. 

"Lay still. This is for your own good." He speaks robotically. I weep and try to free my hands one last time before screaming for good measure. The sound rings out in the deathly silence of the room. I keep on screaming until my sound becomes muffled by the gauze that's placed in my mouth, and I look sideways to appeal to the doctor. 

He doesn't look at me. Instead, keeping his head down, he grabs two power rods with soft padding at the end and places them each by the sides of my head. I watch him in horror, unable to move as electricity surges through my body. 

I arch my back and twist my feet, overwhelmed by the sudden onslaught of pain my head is going through. The pain spreads to my jaw, down to my chest, reaching the tips of my toes. 

My mind is jumbled and weak by the sheer force of the surge. It ends after a few seconds, but my jaw keeps chattering. I'm shivering, I notice and my face is wet with tears. 

"Nurse!" He calls out. And in enters a young lady, not older than me, with black hair ties up in a bun. 

"Hold her jaw." The doctor speaks out. I give him the best glare that I can, but even he knows that I am rattled and defenceless. The tears are endless, compiled with the sweat that I shed after that strenuous activity.