Deep Down

The Good and the Bad

This table is so cold, I hate this table, why can't I open my eyes? My body hurts. I can't move. Why are there so many voices? Everything hurts, I can hardly breathe. What is holding me down? Why can I hear my heartbeat? I'm really scared, I don't want to do this again. They do this all the time. I'm sick of it, I think I'm going to die. It never stops. I can't take any more of this.

All of a sudden a surge of energy shot through my body, my eyes opened to greet a blinding white light. I looked around and saw that worn-out leather restraints bounded me to a freezing steel table. Struggling and twisting like a fish out of water, I felt the cold plastic covered hands grab at me attempting to hold me down. Many people yelled through their mask covered faces, and my vision blurred with every movement.

"You can do it, Hailey. Just one more. You got this." A memory of a male voice echoed through my mind.

Hailey, you can do this, one more. One more every time. I looked at one of the blurred masked faces and snarled violently, kicking and clenching my fists. They always say one more time and it never stops, never stops! I never did anything to them, I'm done being their toy! My breathing started to pick up and as I started to rattle and shake, the IV's loosened, stopping the flow of the liquids. My body was thrashing against the cold steel as I fought to be able to move.

"Hold her down, dammit! It needs to finish!" A gruff voice ordered.

"The anesthetic isn't working, sir!" Another responded.

"Cover your eyes! Don't let her look into yours!" Someone commanded.

Using all of my force, I released my right hand from the restraint and grabbed one of the plastic hands that were attempting to hold me down and brought it to my mouth, biting as hard as I could. Screaming was heard while the person who the hand belongs to tried to pull away, I just bit harder until blood was coming out from inside the baby blue glove.

"Sir!" A voice yelled, and a stab was inserted into my neck.

I felt a thick cold liquid start to flow from the injection into me and spread around me. This didn't mean I was giving up yet. My attempts started to slow and weaken, and it felt as if a hundred pounds were weighing down on my arms and legs; I still struggled with every ounce of energy I could muster up.

Soon my jaw loosened, letting go of the bloody hand and I was strapped down again. I could feel them putting the needles back in my arms, and tying me up tighter than before. Strands of blonde hair were all over, and my vision was darkening. My eyes closed, but a smirk fell on my lips; maybe that was one less hand to grab at me.

"She must be batshit crazy to grin when she's like this." Claimed a disgusted voice, as a sharp pain hit my cheek in an attempt to clear it. But it remained, and I slipped into darkness.

My eyes shot open, blood-shot and shaking. Every part of my body was trembling, and I was in a cold sweat, my mind in a frenzy. I scanned around me to see where I was, in the car with the small boy wrapped in my arms. I slowly lifted my head up, my head feeling as someone was splitting it open repeatedly with no mercy. Air, I need air. Taking my shaky hands I gently lifted Dakota off of me and slid out from underneath him. Devina was resting in the driver's seat, and when I looked out the window Vale was leaned against the car.

Noticing that nobody was in the passenger seat, I moved quietly to the spot. Dakota's small body now rested on the seats himself, I covered him with the quilt and made sure he didn't wake up. I looked over to Devina, she looked so peaceful while sleeping, but that didn't matter right now. Carefully I opened the door without a sound and stepped out into the cold night. Crickets chirped, the grass blew, and everything seemed quiet, with the exception of my rapid heartbeat.