I remember it perfectly, I think it may be the only thing I remember so clear. When my skin was not so pale, when my eyes were rested, when I was not just a laboratory experiment.
Nothing has really changed. The same people, the same rutine, the same voices.
I am sitting were I always sit, in the left corner below my window, with my notebook in my hands and my pencil, drawing anything I can remember, even the slightest detail of what used to be everything outside.
A red light lights up all of a sudden and I hide my things under my bed.
My door opens and I watch the guards come in and tie my hands behind my back. There is no point in fighting them any more. I have fought for so long all my strength disappeared. Now I just walk, if I can. I do not realize I am crying until the tear slides down my cheek. I am not crying because I am sad, I am crying because I know how much pain I am about to go through.
They put me in the usual room and sit me in the chair in the middle, tie my arms and legs and check my heart rate, eyes and temperature.
"I am so happy to see you again, little girl." My whole body shakes as I hear his voice. God, I hate him.
He gets closer to me and removes my hair from my face. One of his assistants hands him the huge needle and I close my eyes. Just breathe.
The needle starts going through the skin of my arm and I try not to scream. My hands are probably bleeding from how hard my nails are pressing them.
I can feel the liquid going through my arm, then my neck, my chest, and after a few minutes, the feeling disappears. He takes out the needle and I breathe heavily to recover from the pain.
This will never hurt less as time goes by.
"Today we are doing something new. Wanna know what it is?" The doctor says cleaning his hands.
"No." I say with a very weak voice.
"It will be fun, well for me at least." I look up to the ceiling and contain my emotions.
One of his assistants inyects anesthesia on my right thigh and I instantly get scared, it is always bad when we have to use anesthesia.
The doctor grabs his recorder and starts speaking.
"Experiment number 0148, doing a muscle biopsy on subject OS6049."
Muscle biopsy, muscle biopsy...
I wish I knew what it was, but whatever it is sounds painful.
The doctor approaches my leg with a small knife that I still do not know the name of.
"It is better if you look away." Should I? Well, it is too late, he starts cutting a long line on the side of my thigh and I can not look away. They start doing something inside, something with scissors and all of a sudden I feel a strong pain. Did the anesthesia go away? It definitely did.
I start screaming, crying. It hurts.
"Doctor, she is doing it again." Instead of stoping, he smiles and continues doing it. Every second that goes by it hurts more and more.
All of their tools start falling to the floor. I can't help it, I feel everything in this room. Every tool, every piece of metal, every person, every bone inside of them, and with every scream I let out, another little machine explodes.
"Stop!" The usual purple flares from my hands show and he smiles even more.
"Give me more, we are not done yet!" I know the consequences if I do this, but it is too much. I take the scissors out of his hands and throw them across the room.
"Put her to sleep." The last words I hear from the voice I hate so much, repeat themselves over and over again as everything starts to get black.
I wake up again in my usual all-white room, I stand up from my bed and notice my leg is covered by gause. I try to walk but the pain simply won't let me. I admit I'm familiar to the feeling.
I sit back down and look through the window. Will is playing in the floor of his room and turns to see me as I stand close to the window.
He lifts his thumb to ask if I am okay. We always do this when one of us goes into trials.
I put my thumb down and show him my leg. I look at him once more and sit on my bed again.
But then, his eyes move like he wants to show me something. And I look where he is looking.
There are five rooms in this little pentagon that we live in. Only three of them are occupied, the other two have always been empty.
Not until today.
The fourth room is occupied now. I see someone sitting crossed legged on the floor. It's a guy. He looks young. I can't really tell how young. Black hair covers his face and just as I look at him, he lifts his face up only to reveal that his eyes are covered by a black piece of cloth. Who is he? And why does he need to be blindfolded?
My door opens letting Jack in and I turn around.
"Who is he?" I ask.
"He got here today, I don't know his name, but word says he's dangerous." I think about what could be wrong with him. "Don't worry, you'll meet him now. We're going to recreation time." I suddenly get nervous. Why am I nervous? Maybe because he looks really scary, or just because I'm scared of new people, or maybe the fact that he has an inhuman hability. That maybe he can hurt me. Thoughts flood my mind as I walk there.
The door opens, Will and Anne are already there. But he isn't.
I sit where I usually sit and watch Will play with legos. Until the door opens and I feel how I loose my breath.
YOU ARE READING
Storm.
Teen Fiction-This world has no hope, not even a little happines. We live in a mediocre, horrible and terrifying world. And there's nothing that can save it.- I mean every single word I say. -Yeah, but you make mine beautiful.
