Lucid Memories

Chapter 10

1st Person POV

I awoke with pain in my chaining my limbs. I kicked my legs and clawed my hands but nothing seemed to work. The feeling of dread filled me. But I couldn't even feel that.

Where was I? Was I drugged?

I could barely think. It was like I was asleep listening to this. But I could see the light patter against my body and the ripples in the rags I call clothes—or at least functioned liked it. I was drowning in a sea that I didn't know until know existed. All I could do is listen now as I struggle against the chains as well as the person holding me down for extra precaution.

"Doctor Fyodor, we have a response from subject #2159!"

"Quiet down. How's she response toward the sample?"

"So far, she's doing great. She's performing the same as usual."

"That's wonderful...! Now inject the rest into her."

"But Doctor, that's a big risk! She's only 5 and our first success! Please rethink—"

There was a shot of a gun being fired. I closed my eyes. I guess he was killed. How unfortunate... That didn't stop me from wiggling as much as I could. His grip weakened as I heard his body drop to the ground. A cold spattered reminded me that I needed to get out. But all the strength I put into fighting didn't show the results I wanted.

"You there, hold her down as I distribute the dose."

As a person  tighten their grip on my arm, I heard a flick of a finger. It wasn't suppose to scare me. But it did. It wasn't my body. But at the same time, it was.

The needle struck my arm as I heard my own voice plead for help. Although a bit higher vocals, I was definite it was mine.

I couldn't feel anything from it. Just a slight pierce and bleeding but other than that, there was nothing else. Is what I thought.

Suddenly a surge of fatigue swept me. My eyes closed as I was now in trance by the warmth in the dark. It was all warm as I continue to reach forward for it before it burned me. It's flames imprinted against my skins as I scream. I woke up in a daze, flames surrounding me as a restricts were unshackled. I jumped off, pulling the last of them off my legs as I heard the whispers of the same man from before. He laid on the ground where his blood pooled, trembling a little. There was fear in his eyes.

I turned around and noticed a bottle on the ground and grabbed it, reading M5632C. I had no idea what the might but I knew enough to leave now.

I spun to the door and touched the knock without thinking. Of course it burned my hand as I hissed in pain. But I needed to leave. So I kicked a few times, hoping it'd break open but alas, it didn't. I was too weak to do anything... If only I was stronger...

"[Name]!" I heard someone calling. It was familiar. It was warm and so I ran towards it, only remember the warm smile greeting me despite the situation. I wasn't sure if that was the right answer at the end of the day.

I woke up, clutching my heart in pain. I didn't know how to respond to that pain. It was painful yet not...? It angered me that I didn't know but heard someone—where they were—cry out in anguish.

"It's your fault they died! It's all your fault! You killed them, despite them being kind to you. Chuuya, Dazai the kids you were friends with burned in the fire you created. Now we know who you really are, murderer."

Chuuya...? Dazai...? Who...