Sparrows -A Krii7y fanfiction

Black Glass (20)

John P.O.V

I widened my eyes as she said her final word. Smitty yelled out something before I felt a hit on the back of my head. I fell over and didn't even feel the ground slam into my body. 

Smitty's screams was the worst sound imaginable.

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I opened my eyes slowly, crusts falling from them as I did so. I tried to reach up and swipe them away but found I was unable to move my arms. I looked down at see a metal chair with wrist and leg straps built in. Anyone that wasn't in the chair could easily open them. My back cracked loudly as I lifted upwards.

I was in a very small room. The walls were shiny, much like glass, but black. I couldn't see anything through them. I looked up to see a small space separating the ceiling and the glass. Cold air leaked through it. I shivered, goosebumps rolling up my arms.

"Hello? I called out. There was a large gasp from the other side of the shiny, dark wall.

"John! Oh my god you're okay!" I heard a tap at the glass.

"Smitty? Are you there?" I squinted as if that would make me see him better. Nope. Still just staring at a blank sheet of...glass. "It must be one way!" I shouted loudly in a moment of realization.

"What?"

"The glass is one sided. I can't see you at all but, you can see me." I explained. I heard another tap at the glass followed by a large sigh.

"What do you see then? If I can see you...what can you see?"

"I just see a reflection of me off of a black sheet of glass." I answered. "So really not much." He nodded and I heard movement come from his side. The room went silent. "How long have I been out?"

"It felt like forever to me." He whispered. "I don't know." He said louder, not realizing that I heard the statement he had made before. I gave a small smile and rolled my wrists. The cold metal hurt my bac and the position I had been sleeping in obviously had injured my neck. I could feel it kinking naturally to a side.

This was definitely the least comfortable chair I had ever been in. 

Fuck this chair.

"Hey John?"

"Yeah Smit?"

"What is this place?" He asked innocently.

"A mental facility. She takes in patients who are deemed mental by society and experiments on them, basically working for the government." I answered calmly. "This place is hell."

"Who is she?" Smitty questioned.

"Hm?"

"You kept saying she. Who is she?" He waited quietly for an answer. I clenched my teeth, not wanting to tell him that my mother was behind the hell that we were in right now. 

Imagine, "Yeah my mother, the one that raised me, killed my dad, kept people hostage, and used you as an experiment for my blood type." 

Maybe I should use an excuse?

No...he has always been honest with me, this is no place to be lying with him. 

"My um, my mother." I answered.

"Oh. You never talk about your parents..." He grumbled.

"Well my mother is a manic that tries everyday to make a drug that can control someone's memories. Like she can change their past to make them whoever she wants them to be."

"What's in the drug?" He questioned.

"My blood." I scoffed. "A lot of it."

"Oh yes indeed!" I heard my mother cry out. I widened my eyes and attempted to see through the black glass. "And that is all we need!" I felt a pain prick into my back. I turned my head and saw that no one was behind me. "Son, meet your new best friend, the torture chamber!" She said happily. "Right now a needle is pricking into your skin, sucking out little amounts of blood as we speak." I bit my lip as I felt two more prick into my back. "I see that your time away has made your skin weaker, more vulnerable. Reminds me of when you were a child." She signed fantasized. 

"John, are you okay?" Smitty yelled. I twisted my face into a less disturbed position. I couldn't let him think this was his fault. 

Ever. 

"I'll be fine Smit." I answered.

"No you won't! You see, this next test will be sort of like a deadly get to know you. Surprise son! You are the one Smitty will get to know. For every question Smitty gets wrong about you, another needle pricks your back!" I felt the needles slink back into the chair, a few staying inside me. 

"Ow." I groaned.

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Last one was short. This one should make up for it a bit :)

-ARS