Remember

Chapter 99: Fires Don't Fix Problems

"It was a tragic love story," I pause, "Now that I think about it, I don't even think it was a love story at all. It was me just randomly smacked down in the middle of spiraled lies, not one leading to the truth, not one." I say, swaying my index finger around. This medicine makes me immensely drowsy.

"Mmhmm." The nurse says as she straps my arms down to the table I'm lying on.

"Nothing happened." I admit, I shove aside my pride and feel the words burn my tongue. I mean we kissed a couple of times, but.... "I guess he didn't want me the way I wanted him." I shrug, biting my jaw so I won't cry.

The nurse writes something down on her clipboard and I continue the same rant I have everyday.

"And you know what?" I don't wait for the nurse to answer and continue, looking straight at the brightly lit ceiling. "I thought he actually cared about me, but it's all my fault for falling for his web of deceit. But he was so, so uh protective, protective!" My voice rises and I shut my mouth closed.

"Mmhm, I could have warned you about the Pierce brothers, they're hot, but get too close and you'll burn." The nurse says. I never bothered learning her name and I see her everyday. The same large black glasses, the same brown beady eyes and the chapped lips. The same nurse, giving me shots and making me swallow unnecessary pills. "Shes ready for you." The nurse says. I try moving my head to see who she's talking to but I'm held tightly in place.

I shut my eyes and pray that I'm not faced with Mr. Mean other wise knows as Doctor Ranker. I hate him with a passion.

I feel the bed I'm lying on moving down endless halls I've memorized. As far as I know I'm in a top secret facility where there are researchers conducting illegal experiments on a bunch of innocent people, including me; painful ones.

There are security guards at every entrance door and each door is locked and secure with high tech, you're only allowed in with a badge.

Usually at this hour, not sure what time it is, I'm hauled off into a large room filled with painful tools that open me up, bright lights everywhere. I can't see more than what they have in front of my face since I've been lying down half the time I've been here.

"If it isn't my favorite patient." I'm greeted by the door. My eyes remain closed and my stomach sinks. The voice I've been dreading. Ranker.

I don't say anything. I've given up on crying and begging and screaming. I just endure the pain.

"What am I going to do to you today, you ask?" Ranker says, pretending as if I asked that ridiculous question. I resist the urge to roll my eyes. I already know what he's going to do, torture. All I know are his evil dark brown eyes, and the whites of his hair. Other than that he's always in a white mask when he's around me.

"Easy, I'm going to take another few drops of your blood." Drops? More like gallons I sarcastically reply in my head. "Then take a few skin samples." He says, and I hear the smile behind his voice, not comforting at all.

I feel him poke a needle into my leg and my lip twitches and I see an amusing glare in his eye as he watches me hold back my pain.

"Have you been outside? It's lovely out." He jokes, knowing full well I'm not allowed to go outside.

Go to hell! Rot in hell! Die! I scream and shout all within my head, and I hope he somehow hears and drops dead.

He stares at me and I keep a blank face, it helps when I can't see his revolting face so I close my eyes. 

"This can all end if you would just cooperate." He says, and I roll my eyes. Lies.

They've been wanting me to spill everything on who I am and what I'm actually doing here not believing at all that I have memory loss.