Lucid Memories

Chapter 13

First Person POV

I played with my clothes. They seem to have gotten worse since the last couple of weeks. Many more flies and bugs have been appearing during our sleep and bitting us, causing many prisoners to get infections and sickness. This called for more frequent visits at the clinic to make sure everything was under control.

I sat in front of the doctor. He eyed me as he began testing.

"Any changes in behaviour?"

"None"

"Feeling unwell or different then usual?"

"No"

"What would the first thing you'd do if you escape this place?" I looked at him like he was crazy. What? What is he asking me those questions? What are you planning? But...

"I'm not sure... return home?" I respond, a little too suspicious of the man. He works here. Of course he'll check the wellbeing of the prisoners to determine whether or not they needed to move cells. I watch him stay emotionless. He sighed, briefing letting his thoughts pass through his mouth.

"Ehh? How boring! So cliche!" He huffs. I sweatdropped as I watch him cover his own mouth before laughing. He smiles, wrinkles creasing as I watch him stop to sweat too. "Please don't tell anyone...!"

"No problem." I say quicker than I mean. I have no reason to anyways.

"She's going to tell—"

"I'm not—"

"She's going to absolutely—"

"I'm not going—"

"She's going to—"

"Hey..." I look at him menacingly. I just had enough of this comedy skit. I don't need any of this right now. "Are you listening to me?! I told you I'm not going to!"

I huffed as I finished. He gasped with a surprised look. It was silent for a minutes before he regain another brain cell. He started glowing before letting his fist meet his palm. "I got an idea~"

Honestly, it sounded sketchy. The way he made it sound like he was about to silence me or throw me into a pit of fire. So what happened next caught me off ground. He turned to his desk and opened a few drawers. "Where do I leave that thing... "

"Ah!" After a few more drawers later, he picked up a totem. It was played white with a large red plus sign on the back of the crave which looked like a person wearing a mask and googles. It was strange image that I didn't care too much about it. "Found it!"

He turn to face me soon, eyes glittered while mines reflected confusion. Huh? He reaches his hand towards me and places the object on my palm. It was big than my palm making me question myself why it looked smaller in his. "I want you to keep this!"

"Huh?!" I exclaim in confusion. I looked at the old man. He's absolutely crazy is he not? What do I do with a piece of painted wood? How does that save me? Exactly what miracle can I perform with a piece of wood—