Chapter 6: Brainwashed

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    I woke up.

    A sigh of relief came over me and my expression changed. I was more relaxed, and then I realized where the hell I was. I was strapped to some sort of bed. It was just like a hospital bed. The straps suffocated my arms, almost enough to cut the circulation off. It hit me as I was trying to jimmy out of the straps that I was trapped. I looked around in fear at all the tools next to my bed. Tools for Lobotomy lied around the bed and many scalpels. My heart dropped.

    I turned my head and realized it had something connected to it. I looked up and saw the cord. It led to a machine. As soon as I saw what the machine was used for, my heart dropped again. I threw up on to the ground that lied beneath the bed. I looked at the machine and I started to tear up. It was an ECT machine. ECT is a type of therapy that is used to take away memories and relax the patient. Jinx was going to make me his Proxy. I couldn’t do it. I wouldn’t.

    I leaned my head back on to the pillow. It was no use. I wasn’t getting out. I thought back to all the times Hayden and I had. She made me smile even when I was in a terrible mood. I missed her so much! I wondered if she was okay. I hope Ender is taking care of her. Ender needs to now, since I won’t be there. 

    “STOP”, I shouted.

    I needed to believe I was getting out. It was the only way I would have a chance of getting out. I started to wiggle my body, but it was no use. I was strapped way too tight to get out. 

    I looked around at my surroundings. I could tell we were underground because of how hot it was. My skin was heavy. It was the only way I could tell if it was hot.

    “This must have been what I felt under the street”, I said to myself.

    I was still looking around. We were in a gigantic white room. There were people all around, but they were all asleep.

    “URRRRRRRR”, a sound let off.

    A door slid upwards to reveal a group of people in masks walking toward us. They were in white scrubs with masks on. They almost looked like gas masks, but were plastic-like. I quickly shut my eyes. I felt as if the whole world was against me, but it wasn’t a feeling. It was the truth. The world was against me and I was trying to hide in it. 

    I couldn’t see what was happening, but from the sound of it, they were seeing if I was awake. I’m sure they had cameras around the lab somewhere. They knew I was awake. Then, without warning, one of the people pinched my eyelids and opened them up to reveal my pupil. Now, they knew I was awake.

    I popped my other eye open and nailed his head with my head. It didn’t hurt though because I couldn’t feel one part of it. The doctors’ expressions turned to a frightened one. They held me down and injected me with a substance that was in a needle. I’m not sure what was in it, but I had a clue.

    I started to feel relaxed and I let the substance dominate my body. I became paralyzed. I had to accept the fact I was going to either die or become a Proxy. It was simple to see which one would happen though. Although the chances of dying are high for ECT, Jinx is going to use it to erase my memories. As much as I hated that bastard, I knew he was smarter than to kill me because if he really wanted to, he could’ve while we were dueling in the square. And it’s not just that time that he had the chance to kill me. He could’ve killed me easily anywhere. Jinx always knew where I was. Jinx knew were everyone was. Everyone had a tracking device implanted in them when they’re born. 2006 wasn’t the year I had mine implanted though. 

    When I was born in 2006, tracking chips wasn’t around. I mean, they had tracking chips in dogs, but they were different. Those chips were scanned to read who the dog belongs to, etc. These chips didn’t tell you were someone was at their exact latitude and longitude. 2020 was when I had mine implanted and damn, did it hurt! Being a teenager at the time, I knew what was wrong and what wasn’t, and I knew this was wrong! Injecting kids with a chip in their brain isn’t humane at all! It’s sick!

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