Deceit

Lost

    My vision returned slowly, blurrier than before, which made me feel drunk and confused. I wanted to rub my eyes and try to ease the throbbing in my head, but my arms were strapped down again. I don't think Tarrence was going to be here this time.

    I had the burning urge to scream, cuss, thrash, and beat the living-

    Through my spinning vision, I could see figures walking about the pale room. I was cold. Noticably cold. It was unnaturally freezing, and I could already feel goosebumps sweeping up my arms.

    My heart was beating a mile a minute as I spotted all the needles running up and down my arms.

    I opened my mouth and tried to make some form of noise, but I still couldn't hear anything. My head was throbbing, and the ringing was louder than ever.

    In reality, I must have made some form of noise, because 3 of the doctors in light blue scrubs looked over at me with wide eyes above their mouth covers.

    Something told me I wasn't supposed to be awake at the moment.

    Perhaps it was how they were all nudging each other until everyone was staring at me in surprise.

    Or maybe it was how they were suddenly moving towards me with needles and bloody scapels.

    I pulled against the belts on my arms, using all my strength to break free and pry myself from the grasps of these people. I knew they weren't good.

    They lost any thought of that when they kidnapped me from the boat. I arched my back against the sheets and felt the skin on my wrists burn and scrape as I tried desperately to escape from the leather restraints.

    I wish my vision was still failing. Now I could fully see what they were going to do to me. Those who had their backs turned to me were getting cloths and stitches ready. Some opened new boxes of gauze, washed their hands, readied new needles, or pulled tight, blue gloves on.

    One person was standing by my side, moving a needle closer and closer to my right arm. I thrashed and tried as hard as I could to pull the other direction.

    "STOP!!!" I screamed at the top of my lungs. Nobody even flinched. I kept yelling, jerking the other direction. I felt what they call a "bee sting" as the two-inch needle penitraited my skin and injected the fluids into my bloodstream.

    My squirming and fighting began to weaken, my legs falling still and my arms collapsing away from my sides. The bright lamp above me burned my eyes as I flinched and tried to turn my head. Once I shut my eyes, I blacked out and was unable to open them again.

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    I shot up to a sitting position as life, light, and air rushed back to me all at once. My heart was pounding and my eyes were wide. I looked all around the room, relentlessly searching for some form of doctor or person who had kidnapped me.

    Suddenly, my thoughts remembered how they had me hooked up to all those machines. I had been strapped down. Tested on.

    I looked down to see my arms, but noticed I was wearing a heavy jacket, similar to my favorite one that had been left behind. Had I had any choice against it, I'd still being clinging to that jacket.

    Along with the backpack I stole.

    I yanked the black sleeves over my arms and cringed. There were bandages all up my arms, wrapping up under the sleeves I didn't bothering rolling up all the way.

    I felt sick.

    Like I didn't want to be in my own body.

    The silky fabric fell back over my arms, covering up the wounds.