Suspended Mid-Air

Bright Lights

I wake up to bright lights over me. I try to sit up, but something's holding me down. Am I dead? No, the air somehow caught me. Dammit. But that doesn't make sense. I was supposed to fall 30 feet. Why did I only fall 15? I close my eyes again. The lights hurt my eyes. What am I even doing here? Why am I being held down? I open my eyes again and look around. I'm on a table, as if someone will be doing surgery on me. There's a small cart with metal. All of it looks sharp. 

The door opens, and a woman enters the room. Wowie, she's a sight to see. Long blonde hair, deep blue eyes, and damn she has some curves. Then I recognized her. She was the lady with that man when I didn't die. What was her name? Lezabel? Then it hits me. Did they kidnap me? They found that the air caught me. Why would they restrain me? I can't hurt them in any way, shape, or form. I'm underweight and have little to no muscle. Why did the air catch me? What made the air think that I was some special person? Many other people have fallen and died, so why did the air save me? I'm not special, I didn't want to be saved. I didn't want this situation to turn out like this. Suddenly, I feel a finger stroking my jaw.

"Poor thing, you look so troubled," Lezabel coos. "Such a shame that a handsome, young man like you will have to be experimented on. You would've made such a great husband for Lilith."

Experimented?! What the hell does she mean by experimented?! Why would I have to be experimented on? I'm a normal person, besides being suicidal!

"Hm, I guess normal methods aren't working on you.... Is there something wrong with you mentally dear?" Lezabel asked me. I have no clue what kind of method this is, but something tells me that I should be glad that it isn't working.

"Umm.... I'm a clinically depressed person who's suicidal," I replied.

"Hmm. That doesn't explain why the methods aren't working on you, but this can be useful information," Lezabel mutters. She takes out a small notepad from her pocket and jots a few notes.

These "methods" that she's using seem suspicious. I feel like I need to be cautious around this woman. Something seems off about her and I don't like it. Is she ... flirting? Or maybe acting like a mother figure? I'm not sure. Something about her makes me think that she has good intentions, but she's gonna try and kill me?

No. I'm just letting my depression get to me and not see good things in this situation. It's making me paranoid. I should just give this person a chance. Yes, this is what I need. To give this stranger a chance.

Suddenly, a girl around my age bursts into the room and says, "You're needed in room 39-A. He wants me to cover for you in here."