Fortunately the other patients hadn’t heard me when I squeezed out those words, which not only saved us from being tranquilised again but the possibility of being shot. My mind was slowly chugging along, trying to process what I could do next, but I again found myself in a situation in which I was unable to do anything. We sat there, waiting for our guards to shove us to wherever we were going to go next, but the thing is, they didn’t. I waited. And waited and waited until finally I felt a hand on my shoulder which brought me to my conscious state.
“Jane,” he urges, shaking my shoulder. I sit rigidly, just as my mother had done that frightening night before they both left me. It dawns on me how careless the government really is. The soul merchant’s trade. Signing us away with the flick of a finger …
“Why are you doing this,” I spit, turning my head around to face Solomon. He winces at my outburst. I try to keep calm but undeniably it is a difficult task. Solomon gently but swiftly takes his hand off of my shoulder and steps back.
“I didn’t know –“
“You knew,” I objected, reaching my hand out to touch the screen. It was a nightmare. The six of us had all been put in to a secretly established mental asylum and now they show us what they mean by releasing us? This is not human. Not sane, nor OK by my standards; I didn’t consent to this. No. No we didn’t consent to this. I stand up and walk over to the guard, yet my words still remain unchallenged by the Doctor.
“Take me back to my room,” I demand, looking directly in to the eyes of the guard. All of the remorse and hate transfers in to my words. The guard nods curtly, handcuffs me hurriedly then gently but surely pushes my back towards a thin black line in yet another almost seamless white wall. The white slides back to reveal the dull grey hallway. I coolly walk through the harshly lit room despite the emotions dancing wildly around in my head, imitating a primal tribe from the jungle. I keep my face blank.
My quarters are in the final row, to the left. The wall glides backwards and I’m released back in to my room, slithering in as soon as the few volts around my wrists are removed. I flick my eyes back to the door and it too is closed. I stand there not sure of what to do. Noticing the sudden draft crawling over my back I sense Solomon walk in to the room.
“You know that medical procedures been extinct for more than a century,” he states in his odd accent.
“That doesn’t stop any one from performing it though, does it?” I ask him, as my feet pad across the floor towards the chair. I sit, awaiting his reply. He too sits down, but this time on my bed. He crosses his legs, tapping his fingers on his knee in anticipation for a clever thought to pop in to his head. His knees jut in to the air
“You don’t have to pretend,” I murmur to him unsure of what to say. I'm up again, now, standing before him. He looks in to my eyes and opens his mouth readying himself to speak, but merely ends up blinking. I nod and feel the blood rush from my face and I begin to feel sick.
“Maybe it’ll be better, not knowing what you’ve either done or seen. Seeing the world anew, as a newborn child,” he smiles as his drops of optimism in the conversation parch my dry sense of humour. This … This only angers me further.
“You think that turning us in to lifeless zombies is going to magically fix this? Whether we are or completely oblivious to the situation or have no memory of this doesn’t manipulate it from wrong fact to right! This is wrong!” I scream in to his face, preparing myself to rip his throat out.
“You can’t act as if this procedure will just fix this! What even is this? You’re telling me you’ve put us all in to a mental asylum to prod and poke at our sanity just for the sake of world peace? Then you’re giving us a lobotomy so we can all just forget it ever happened and continue with our happy little insignificant lives? This was introduced by the government, you say? Our own government! Wow. People trusted the government! People relied on the government! After the Cold War I thought America had finally found the leader it needed! How many more of these asylums are there, even? You know, heck, maybe I’m already insane. Lock me up in this white room. It’s better than being out in the cold and watching as aliens take over the fucking planet; being scared to insanity that one of them is going to eat you alive!” I scream at him venting my anger from this whole thing. The door flies back with a mighty force as two guards rush in with a needle in hand. I scream in frustration. Just out of the corner of my eye I see the boy that was electrocuted earlier smile and nod approvingly. At least I have somebody on my side, unfortunately this pushes me for more.
“What would the people say if they found out the government planned this?” I spit, as I violently try to force the guards off of me. We wrestle around the room as the Doctor sullenly stands there, his lips curved upward in disgust as he watches me jolt and jump around as if I’m a rabid dog. One desperately thrusts my arm down on to the white floor and stabs the needle in to my arm. I watch as my vision blurs immediately to the point where everything distorts itself like an 8-bit video game.
“I just want to go home,” I cry as someone begin to drag me somewhere. The drug has sedated me, but not completely rid me of my conscious state. I sob.
“Please.”
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I know that this is short, but I just wanted to say that the next chapter should be quite long. I hope you're all enjoying my twisted fables!
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A/04 - The Beginning
Fiksi Remaja- Is there really any control, if even our thoughts are being monitored? Jane, among others, is stolen and tested by a team of scientists to study human behaviour for those who aren't of the race themselves. A story of those who survived the apocaly...
