Fentanyl E001: The Mysterious Experiment (Book 1: Completed)

10; Unveiling the Veiled Threat

Nisha's Point of View

Two days ago, I was discharged from the clinic. The classes were scheduled to begin the next day. I felt a mix of emotions as I wasn't quite sure what to expect. Nervousness engulfed me, and I started to think about packing, although I wasn't sure why I needed to do so. Taking everything in has been challenging thus far. The last people I saw before heading to the clinic were Rebecca, Dylan, and Christopher.

"Do you feel prepared for tomorrow?" Nathalie asked, shifting my attention back to the present moment. We were sitting in the kitchen, casually watching the news on TV. Nathalie had informed me that Ottawa Green didn't require students to wear a uniform.

I'm contemplating everything that's happening right now. I feel a sense of helplessness, as if I can only continue living my life without any concrete actions to change the situation. I can't bear the thought of losing more lives. What can I do to put an end to this? Shawn and Nathalie have stood by my side, and I'm grateful for their support. They've been guiding me in the right direction, and I should do the same for them.

"Hey," Nathalie's voice breaks my reverie, and I blink twice to refocus. I was so lost in my thoughts that I didn't notice her standing in front of me. I straighten up, still overwhelmed by what I've been processing in my mind. "Are you ready for tomorrow?" she asks. I take a deep breath before nodding. I should be ready. I must hold on to hope, no matter what challenges lie ahead, and be strong enough to face them on my own.

"I'm sorry, but I don't have a choice," I said softly enough for her to hear. She let out a long sigh.

"If you're still unable to attend, you can seek an absence slip," she suggested. I shook my head in response.

"I'll be okay. Maybe it's just natural for me to feel this way. I've been alone for so long, and I'm not used to seeing dead bodies. But I'm confident that I'll be able to handle it," I reassured her. She simply smiled and got up.

"Okay. I'll prepare dinner. They'll be joining us today," she informed me. This is the first time something like this has happened to me. Not only in Ottawa City, but also in the University, there have been several crimes.

She took a step away, heading for the kitchen. Shawn has a lot on his plate. He had previously stated that he would only meet me for supper. Shawn is easy to get along with. He's also friendly. But Nathalie has a different opinion. When Shawn is with other people, he isn't like that. At the same time, I'm both overwhelmed and intrigued. So, what are we now? He's been mistreating me in numerous ways, and I haven't told him about it.

I, too, stood up to follow Nathalie. I came across her getting ready to cook. She turned to face me when she became aware of my presence. I had no choice but to sit and watch her do what she did. I'm not sure how she manages to do things like cooking. She's also an ideal girlfriend or wife, so anyone who adores her will undoubtedly be unable to get enough of her.

I didn't learn how to cook from my father. We have a washing room in the mansion, as well as one here at the institution. Knowing the chores is no longer a challenge for me. In our mansion, I have my own large chamber with all of the fighting equipment.

Thoughts of Shawn and his training facility in the middle of the wilderness sprang to mind. Because of the quantity of things going on, I couldn't get back there. I'd like to go, and I'll get Shawn's permission first. I'd like to learn more and better prepare myself. I'm not sure, but something within tells me I'd have to plan, and my instinct tells me to go ahead and do it on my own. Fentanyl resurfaced in my thoughts as well. According to what I've learned, Shawn's parents are also involved. When the battle broke out, where was I? That's something else that's on my mind. Dad didn't mention the war, and he let me concentrate on my studies. Was I in my room at the time? What did I do for a living during the war? Reading? Did I sleep or did I have my training? That is something I am unaware of.