What hit me wasn't an idea or another dream or whatever those things were. And it sure as hell wasn't a metaphor. It was a bullet.
I couldn't hold it in anymore; the loudest scream escaped my mouth from the horrible impact. When I looked down at my arm there was blood around the spot of the gun looking thing. It was sliding down my arm and making me dizzy from just looking at it. I could already feel my eyes rolling to the back of my head.
"What now?", tablet girl asked Jake in her stupid monotone voice.
"Subject can scream, so voice hasn't been lost.", Jake proudly said looking at me with those horrible, ice cold, blue eyes.
"And how does that exactly help us?", one of the other doctor's asked.
I just shook my head. I was bleeding here and could die any second and these idiots were talking about my scream. How could that stupid Jake just watch and act like this stupid person? And so what if I haven't lost my voice, it doesn't mean anything. Suddenly another realization hit me, I had screamed.
Jake had won that challenge. But it wasn't going to be that bad, was it? I mean I screamed and maybe they wouldn't have to use that scalpel and the circle looking thing either. But the pain in my arm kept reminding me that this thing was only going to get worse though.
Jake had won. Now if he was able to make me scream, what else could he be capable of? I bit my lip waiting for him to answer that question.
Jake looked at me with those sea blue eyes that I fully hated into my grey ones and then he spoke, "It means that the subject can understand us."
I glared at him with more hate than I have ever had for anybody else. He was a devil. No, he was worse than a devil, "Get that cleaned up and get it back into a room."
Jake walked out of the room after that and nobody moved after he left. The door closed shut behind him and still nobody moved a muscle. I looked from face to face studying each of their expressions; it was as if they were frozen in time.
Tablet girl stood there holding her tablet looking at it blankly while the doctor who kept telling Jake that I couldn't die so they could use me looked down at my bleeding arm unconsciously. I wanted to scream at these people to do what Jake said and clean my arm up but then they would know that I could scream.
Finally one of the doctors spoke, "Dr. Cult is right, we needed to know if the subject could scream."
What? What were they talking about? I looked at the doctor who spoke; she was a woman with brown eyes and blonde hair that peeked through the net over her head.
"But how does that benefit us?" tablet girl questioned.
I suddenly realized what was going on. They were acting like any other gossiping soap opera. They didn't fully trust Jake. But why were they talking about this in front of me?
"It means that the subject is capable of speaking if we keep her long enough." one of the male doctors answered.
I looked at the other doctors in the room; most of them were completely ignoring me, drawn into the conversation. Even the two people guarding the door were. But they weren't gossiping like high school girls, more like a fact on fact argument.
"But the subject doesn't have to be." the tablet girl stated.
Nobody spoke for awhile and then soon most of their eye's shifted onto me. I was there lying on the steel bed with a bleeding arm and they were all ignoring that fact. They were all studying me as if to decide what to do with me.

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No More Endings(On Hold)
Science FictionCassie Peterson has no memory of her life. All she knows is that she's kept in a facility and always being beat up while being kept in solitude. She gets the strangest dreams, her memories only come piece by piece and she always wonders why she is b...