Broken

Chapter 4

"Where the hell am I?" I demand. The Sargeant chuckles, sending a spray of saliva hurtling towards me. My nose wrinkles in disgust. "Welcome to your worst nightmare, 21412."

"How did you know my--"

"A lot happened when you were asleep," his evil laugh echoes throughout what seems to be a basement. "Now, don't ask so many questions." His laugh still echoing down the hall, he leaves me.

I sit there for a while, thinking. What did he mean, my worst nightmare? How does he know that? I shake my head. I forgot: people of this time always spoke in so many idioms; always so mystifying. Why couldn't they just speak what they meant?

That's when I started to panic. I had nothing now, nothing left in my life except this moment in time. What will they do to me? How long will it be before I'm no longer needed? When their experiments are complete? When they have nothing else to do to me except dispose of me? All these thoughts race in my mind along with the rapid beating of my heart. Before I know it, I'm spazzing in my chair and hyperventilating.

"HELP!" I shout to the ceiling. "JUST LET ME OUT OF HERE!" Sobs begin to overcome me. "Please." OVEREXCITED. PLEASE CALM DOWN. "You calm down!" I bang my head against the chair, trying to shut out the noise in my head. DO NOT BANG YOUR HEAD. MINOR CONCUSSION. OVEREXCITED. PLEASE CALM DOWN. Great. "That's really all I need." I sit there for what seems like hours, collapsed into minutes, into seconds even; of my life wasting away, my execution deadline drawing closer and closer with every breath. Just as sleep overcomes me, the door slides open.

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