I was sitting on the floor, thinking, when a slit in the door was slid open, about two-thirds of the way up, at eye level. I could see a pair of eyes looking down at me for a moment, and then before I'd registered that they were there, they were gone and the door slit was closed again. But then something even stranger happened. The door was opened, and a man walked in dressed in a white lab coat, blue gloves and a surgical mask, closely followed by two others; one pushing a medical trolley. I was so shocked that they had just walked into the room, after all of the silence and loneliness. I was literally scared stiff.
I looked down, at my shoes with the funny curving shape on the side, and I only looked up again when I felt a sharp pain in my left arm. I screamed, and tried to get away, but I could feel hands on me, keeping me still. My eyes began focusing again, and I saw a man straighten up from being crouched down beside me, and in his hand he held a tube with a big pointy thing on the end. I looked down at my arm, where it had hurt, and I saw a blob of blood appear, but then it dried quickly, and formed a clot. I looked up at the people from my position on the floor, as I had fallen onto my side when struggling. The man who had had the pointy thing was grabbing a bottle of something off the table; a woman was pressing something on a machine that had a big screen with writing and pictures on it; and a second man, shorter than the others, was fiddling with two wires that had little round, clear circles on the end of them.
I was going to yell again, but when I opened my mouth, no sound came out but a whisper, no matter how hard I tried. The first man came over to me and used his hand to lift and push me against the wall, stood up. With the other, he rubbed a thick, wet gel over my forehead and stuck the wires with the circles onto my temples. I tried to bite his hand, but he yanked his hand away. He spoke to the others; 'She's a feisty one, isn't she? Good thing we thought to bring along the voice reducing formula'.
The woman wheeled the table in front of me, and I could see the weird tube thing, a piece of paper with a needle on it that the wires on my head went into, and the screen that was glowing before. She pressed a button on the side of the machine, and images showed on it. A red teacup. A green apple. A phone. An animal with big ears and a long nose and horns coming out of its mouth. A man who had brown curly hair and a see-through rectangle that was balancing on his nose. The pictures were coming faster now. I looked at the paper and the needle was drawing red spiky lines on it. I tried to scream but the woman's hand grabbed my chin and forced me to look at the glowing box again. A plastic stick with bristles on one end. A circle with numbers and three sticks. A blue pen. My sister's face.
I tried to speak again when I saw that one, and could barely concentrate on the rest of them. They stopped flashing at me, and the woman pulled the things off of my head and wiped off the liquid with a tissue that she got from out of her coat's pocket. She got a glass that had something in it and put it to my lips. I put my head to the side, thinking of what the pointy thing did to me, but she spoke to me. She said, 'Drink this and you will be able to speak again. Come on, dear.' She had a clear and precise voice, so I did what she said. It tasted disgusting, and felt like paint in my mouth. She placed the cup back onto the trolley, and the followed the two men out, whilst I was desperately trying to speak again. I needed to ask them where I was, but by the time my voice was working again, the door had clicked shut and I was alone with my thoughts once more.