The Protective Entity (A Buzzfeed Unsolved AU)

7

The clock on the wall ticked slowly by in that room. I sat there, my eyes growing heavy but I forced myself to stay awake. Then, I felt someone approach from behind me.

It was the same young girl from earlier, around 12 years old. She removed the IV from my arm and wrapped a bandage around it as well as my shoulder and jaw. She reached forward to yank the knife from my thigh.

I braced myself, "Please, be gentle." I pleaded.

She gripped the wooden handle and the gross, bloody blade slide from my skin with a squelching sound. I couldn't hold back. I screamed at the top of my lungs, my vocal chords turning raw. The girl looked at me, stunned. She dressed the stab wound by delicately stitching it back up with a curved needle. I kept moaning in utter distress, fighting the binds on me, weeping. I muttered pleas to get her to stop but she finished the last stitch without a glance in my direction.

Then, she brought out a small jar with an ointment inside. She carefully rubbed it into the stitches.
My cries turned into sighs of relief. The cream soothed the rawness and aching. I let myself relax and closed my eyes, trying to stop crying.
Once I regained my composure, she cut the ropes off of me.

I struggled to catch my breath, falling out of the chair onto my knees. The wound on my thigh ached as I tried to gain strength to stand.

"Where are we going?" I asked in pain.

The girl stared at me without a word, grabbing my hand, and leading me into a dark hallway.

I sighed and limped beside her.

She stopped at a large metal door and knocked, and it slide open to reveal the older man from earlier. He remained turned at a desk littered with papers and photographs. I glanced around and noticed a photo of me glued to a collage of other unrecognizable faces. My stomach twisted as she led me to a chair near his next. I sat down uncomfortably.

The man looked up and held out a clipboard. I cautiously took it and shuffled through the stack of papers.

"Sign them." he commanded.

I was too afraid to argue, so I blindly took the pen clipped to it and signed the dotted line on the bottom of each page. I skimmed through the contents of each page. Most of them were randomly worded virtual agreements or in a language I couldn't understand.

Sitting the pages back on his desk, my hands shaking, he nodded.

"Good. Now, to put you away." he said.

"What?" I asked, but before I could say anything else, two hands grabbed me from behind and dragged me from the office. I noticed a large woman with a blindfold carried me. I tried to get her off of me but she held my arm tight.
Then, she stopped at a door with a wired window. She opened it and shoved me in. Without another word, she slammed and locked it.
I was alone. The room had the same eerie lighting as the hallway, the carpet smelled and had random stains and the walls were peeling.
I crouched against the wall and blinked back tears.