Needles and Butterflies (CANCELLED)

Bloody Beginnings

"Tabitha, you're such a mess. Constantly getting fired. How do you expect to pay the bills with no money?"

I weakly lift my head, trying to locate the sweet voice. I see a bald, young woman sitting on a bare mattress, drinking out of a dirty soup can. She appeared to be faceless.

"What..." I replied, my lips quivering.

"You're drunk again, aren't you? Tabby, you're such a young thing. Why do you waste your life away?" The woman asked, her overgrown nails flicking at the can. "Be grateful, child. Be grateful they haven't captured you yet.

"Captured? What do you mean?" I say, a hint of puzzlement in my voice. Before an answer is given, everything fades into white.

***

The smell of fresh blood clings to the atmosphere, leaving a burning sensation in my nostrils. My eyes flutter open as the sensation begins to ease.

Pieces of glass have made their way under my skin. I should feel pain, but my body is numb. That's it.

I spot the window I jumped out of. It had to be at least 12 feet above the ground. I should be grateful that I'm not dead.

I force myself to sit up, despite my body protesting with sharp pains. The pain mainly resides in my left arm. I cough into my hand, staining my lips with fresh blood. I bring myself to my feet, groaning and wincing all the while. My surroundings appear as blotches of many colors. I begin walking, blindly, pulling shards of glass out of my body. My mind gathers things I need to change my body's current state.

Bandages...Find bandages...Clean. Disinfectant...blood...clothes....

I'm covered in muck. The white outfit I'm wearing is worsening the situation. I'm almost positive I look like a body from a crime scene.

Stay awake. Keep walking. The blur will go away.

I nod to myself, coughs escaping my throat. The more I stumbled onward, the worse my vision got. I could feel blood rolling down my fingertips and onto the ground. The blur begins to mix into a fiesta of colors. I drew in a deep breath, forcing my legs to move.

"Ma'm? Are you alright? My god...holy shit...Gerald!" A voice boomed nearby.

"What is it, Aric?" Another voice. I try to quicken my pace, but I trip over an object and fall flat on my face.

"There's a girl...she has blood all over her!" The first voice cried out.

"Shut it, Aric." Someone grabs me under my armpits, and drags me across the ground. I jerk my body around as vague instructions swirl in my head.

Find the girl. Inject. Forget.

I manage to let out a loud squeak, before a hand clamps over my mouth. Only then do I realize, this isn't a game. I have to find the girl. I have to stab her with those needles. There's no way out of this.

Or maybe there is.

I feel myself loosing more and more blood. Death is awaiting me. My eyes begin to slowly close, tears bubbling. All the blotches swirl into black, and I slip into oblivion.

***

I woke up in the middle of an quiet conversation between two men. I stay silent, not wanting to scare the shit out of two random guys. I'll 'wake up' at the right moment, calmly explain myself, and be on my way. My ears perk up, focusing on the voices of the two men.

"Who is she, Gerald?" A voice whispered.

"Does it look like I fucking know?" A masculine voice hissed quietly.