Being Played With Killer Games

CHAPTER THREE

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Two Days Later

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When You've Hit Rock Bottom Before And Survive, There Are Very Few Things In Life That Can Scare You.
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  "Be careful Tally!" My dad yelled from down the street.

I laughed in response. I was on my brothers skate bored and tied a rope to Dash, our pit-bull. He was running down the side walk with me sitting on the bored riding along behind him. I had a big smile and Dash was very happy as well, I just knew he was. We were best friends since we got him when he was just a puppy.  I loved that Dog.

  I guess we went a little too far down the road because we couldn't see Daddy anymore. We turned around and made our many back up the small hill we just raced down but when we came back up everyone was gone and bodies hung their front porches with bags over their head.

"Daddy!" I screamed.

I was so scared, where was everyone?

"Dad!"

"Dad!" I yelled sitting up in bes with a sheen of sweat over my body.

"Shit..." I sighed.

I sat in the small bed with my knees to my chest trying to get the images out of my head. It was so long ago that I hardly remember anything the first day besides all the bodies and the flash of light over the trees. Wind came soon after you saw the arch of the mushroom shaped cloud. It blew everyone off their feet as it whipped past them. After the wind that's when people got violent and started doing things to themselves and other people. My family and I were pretty far from the blast when it happened but we were still affected by it.

I remember my brother came out of the house that day, not my dad. He came over and scooped me up off his skateboard, I thought he was mad at me. He ran back inside and sat me down on the couch and went through the house, gathering things and put them in two duffle bags. What happened after that is a blank space.

I looked across the dimly lit room and saw that the bed across from me was empty. According to the nurse guy, who brought me in here, I do have a roommate but he is currently in solitary confinement. I asked him why and he didn't tell me. Life was different after the blasts, crime was at an all time high, rape and murder became the norm and no one could leave the house unless you had a weapon to protect yourself.

Zack had it worse than I did. He wittnessed his mom and sisters kill themselves two days after the blast, leaving him and his dad alone. I don't know why it affects some people with more violence than others. They called it the kill switch after the first week and a half.

The door opened swiftly, revealing the big nurse guy. I still haven't gotten his name. He walked in with another male nurse, slightly smaller than himself. I started uneasy with two men alone in a room with me.
  They walked up and one had a tiny plastic cup with two small capsules inside. The other nurse held a bottle of water.

"What are you doing?" I asked.

"We brought you something to help you sleep." The big nurse said with a devious smirk.

"No thank you, I'm okay. It was just a bad dream." I said, rejecting the meds.

"We have to insist." He pushed the cup at me.

"I said no. I don't want any sleeping pills."

The smaller nurse grabbed my wrist with a strong grip. "We. Have. To. Insist." He said with a sinister smile.

I pushed back, "I said no!" I yelled.

He pushed me down with an unbelievable amount of strength. A kind I wasn't expecting. I'm a sturdy women, I get that from my dads side. Many people say that I'm a viking or that I'm build like a line backer. I'm pretty strong but when he pushed me down I wasn't expecting to be so overpowered and helpless.

"Are you resisting mandatory medical treatment?" He asked as he pushed down on my chest.

"Yes!"

"I think she's becoming hostile." Big nurse said from behind him.

He smiled and pulled out a needle and a vile of clear liquid. I trashed against him as hard as I could with no headway. He held me there as he stabbed the needle into my arm and soon I became drowsy.

"Sleep." Then all I saw was the smaller nurse smiling over my motionless body.

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I heard the loud bang of pots and pans outside of my door which wasn't doing anything for my raging headache. I hurt all over my body, everywhere was sore. Then, I remembered the nurses coming into my room anc holding me down.

I was afraid to look down and see any blood or even feel slight pain down there. I shifted and it hurt but not from the inside. I looked down at my body and saw the red marks mixed with light blue and purple bruises. What did they do to me?
I could see bruises all over my body, my arms had long red lines going up and down my arm. It looked like belt marks or something close to it.

I tried to stand on shakey knees but I winced in pain. I walked to the bathroom so that I could look at myself in the mirror. Not a pretty sight. I had hand prints around my throat, a bruise on my cheek that matched the shape of a fist, dried blood on my cut lip. How could they have done all this while I was asleep? I would have woken up or felt it while it was happening, wouldn't I have?

What has my mother done? I shouldn't even be here. I had the thoughts, I had the emotional state of a suicide watch patient at times but never once have I acted on the urge or the thoughts that plagued my mind. I helped kids like me to get over them instead of act on them. So, why am I being punished for it?

Tears fall down my face as I long to run far from this place. I'll be another patient without a voice, who knows how many others they have done this to. Does the head doctor even know about this? If I tell him, would he help me or would he do the same?

I have to get out of here...