Deep Down

The Room

Running. Run. Run. RUN.

-3 days earlier-

These bland walls, this cold hard bed, the bars on the windows, horrible. Horrible, horrible place. I shifted my vision up and watched as the wee little spider was making its web. Completely oblivious to the place it's in. I sprawled on the ivory-colored stiff bed sheets. Isn't this place supposed to be a hospital of some sort? It is meant to make the patients comfortable, isn't it? My eyes shifted to the white iron door that kept entrapped in this suffocating room.

"Hey little bud, I wish I had the freedom you have. Why choose this place of all the other ones. You aren't going to find anything in here..." My voice came out as wispy, screaming at the top of my lungs made my throat scratchy and my voice seems so light, yet rough. My hand stretched up towards the ceiling as if reaching towards the arachnid. "Trade spots?" I amusingly asked the tiny black spider just continued to weave its designed web.

The white gown that the hospital forced me to wear slipped up my thigh a little as I lifted my right leg, looking at it. How much longer am I going to be here? Honestly, I'm ready to go. I'm sick of looking at these same walls, the same barred windows, the same door. Let me out. Let me out. Even though I haven't a place to go, I'll figure out something. But I need to get out.

"Clark, Hailey, up. Now." The clanking sound of the door opening, huh. It must be 9:30. White suit with the same turquoise circle on the right breast pocket with grey lining. Then the white pants, with grey by the ankles. The man, Connor, was in every day. 9:30 in the morning, then once again at night. This meant this was the last dosage I needed.

"Do I need to do this? I don't want this medicine anymore. You guys are just a whole bunch of quacks, why don't you test on your own kind?" I asked with a hint of bitterness. 

"Exactly, our kind. Your kind has abilities, that we, humans, need our hands on. It will do best for us, instead of your class."

"Uhm, class?" I stood up angrily. "Since when were we just a 'class'? Huh?" With him sitting down on the one and only metal chair in the room and me standing up, I had the height advantage as long as he remained in that position.

 "Hailey, I suggest you calm down before what happened the last time happens again. You wouldn't want that, now would you?" 

"Hmph. No." I reluctantly sat back down on the stiff bed and turned over my right arm and pushed it towards him roughly.

"Hurry up, let's get this over with." He nodded his head and inserted the needle in the crease of my elbow after sterilizing it with rubbing alcohol. Every patient here has their own nurse assigned to them if there were others. I truly didn't know much. Connor is my nurse, so he knows my triggers and how to handle them. I wish he didn't know sometimes. Maybe I'd have the advantage every now and then. 

Well, I honestly didn't know if there were any other patients here. But assuming that it was a hospital of some sort then it would only make sense for there to be others. If they had abilities as I did then it would only make sense that they went through the same routine as I did. 

I redirected my gaze towards the injection. The moment I saw the milky liquid medicine gone out of the vile, I yanked my arm back and took the band-aid out of his hand and slapped it over the little hole that blood was starting to slowly drip out of. I sent him the fiercest glare I could conjure up, but that had no effect on him. Connor had seen that glare twice a day for the past few months or so. He stayed and made sure that the medicine had no negative effect on my physical or mental state for the next half hour, as usual. 

He stood up, posture straight and head up, and said before he left, "Go to sleep now, rest well. You have important stuff to do in the morning. I'll be here at 8 in the morning. Goodnight.", and with those words, he left. Making sure the close and lock the door behind him.

The way that I am treated here. How are the others treated? I'm human, too. If you could even consider the 'caretakers' here human. They don't care about how I feel. I am absolutely nothing but pure experiments to them. Animals. That's what I was to them. Who even knows what's in those viles? Any day it could be poison...

I huffed and clapped my hands twice, the light lost its glow instantly and I crawled into the cold bed and tried to get comfortable. I shut my eyes and relaxed my body, wondering what important event would be happening tomorrow.

Oh well, I have to wait anyways. I opened my eyes one last time to see if I could spot the tiny spider, nope. I rolled over and put the thin pillow over my head, muffling out the sounds of many others in the vicinity, patients or not.