Revealed.

Chapter Fifteen: Chloroform

"Scarlet, don't worry. We're coming for you.." the british voice whispers. Suddenly, I see Casper. He's sitting on a bumpy log, surrounded by densly packed trees. HIs pale face has patches of dirt and a bruise on his cheekbone. He's sitting next to that girl with the purple hair that I keep seeing in my dreams.They're huddled close and she's leaning her head on his shoulder. A surge of possesive jealousy shoots through me, clouding my judgement. I can see their lips moving but she can't hear them. The voice enters my head once more, comforting me.

"See? They're on their way,"

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I wake up to a struggle. Someone is pressing a cloth over my mouth and nose. I struggle to breath, taking a deep breath in but choke on the thick scent that's on the cloth. Chloroform. I jerk back, attempting to open my eyes. I blink, fighting off the urge to close my eyes and sleep forever. I register the blonde hair and the green eyes staring back at me. Andrew. He's has betrayed me. As the Chloroform takes me under, I hear Andrew's voice. He sounds very far away.

"I'm so, so sorry , Scarlet,"

When I come to, I'm laying on a cold metal table, completly naked. Someone has cleaned me up. I smell of soap and peppermint scented shampoo, just like the kind I use at home. Someone brushed out my long red hair and it seems to float around me. I try to sit up but there are those thick, black bands holding me down, only this time there are five. There's no way I can tear through all of them and get away, complelty naked. I take in the rest of my surroundings. It looks like I'm in some sort of lab. It's dark, except for the spotlight on me. Next to the metal table is a long syringe. The needle point isn't thick, but it's sharp. Its about six inches long and the very appearance of it has me cringing away. I hate needles. 

I hear a door slam somewhere near me. I turn my head and try to see where the sound is coming from but I don't see anything. Suddenly, there's a very tall woman standing next to me. She's wearing scrubs, like a doctor and she's pulling on blue latex gloves. Her dark hair is cut short, just underneath her chin. As she pulls on the gloves, her eyes find mine and shift restlessly.

She presses one of her cold hands against my side. Sliding her hands over my stomach and sides, she appears to be solving a difficult math question, her dark eyebrows are furrowed together. She doesn't take any notes, just sits there, cold and calculating. I try to move away from her but I can't, the restrictive bands hold me in place. 

"What are you doing to me?" I ask, my voice sounds all high a wierd, too high pitched. The strange woman doesnt respond but picks up the long syringe anyway. She places the needle to my hip bone and I turn my head away. She pushes it into my skin and I shriek. This is more painful than every shot I've ever had combined. Apparently she gets what she needs and pulls the needle out of me. She looks at the yellowish fluid and smiles, the facial expression settling unpleasantly on her features.

"Thank you for your bone marrow fluid donation. I'll be seeing you tomorrow," she says in a monotone voice. She then turns on her heel, carefully carrying the syringe filled with my DNA. The light above me flickers out, leaving me with only the cold table and my thoughts.