AN: Hey again. Another Speak story.... another little drabble. This takes place when Dave and Melinda are dissecting the frog and Melinda passes out.
The frog lays on its back, cold and dead. The very sight of it, pinned down, belly up, brings fluttering memories to my head. They cross through, quick like humming bird wings.
Suddenly I'm not in the classroom anymore. I'm laying on my back, pinned to the ground, frog to the dissection table. IT is over me, his hands pressing into my wrists. He pushes them down, grips them tightly. I can't move….
I'm cold…
I'm dead…
I'm the little frog on the table. Helpless to fight what is inevitably coming.
Cut it down the middle, like a zipper. David's voice tells me from somewhere as Andy pulls my own zipper down.
I can't fight what comes next.
Pain…
Fear…
I'm back in the lab now, flat on my back. I must've passed out at some point, I figure. Petrakis is hovering over me, tapping my face and asking me questions. He's trying to wake me, trying to get me to open my eyes, but I can't bring myself to do it…I'm afraid of what might really be there.
I can hear my name being called, but I ignore it. I don't want to hear it…I don't want to hear anything.
Breathe in
Breathe out.
That's all I think of. I can feel the shadows of that day lurking in the corners of my head, threatening to close in on me at the slightest encouragement.
In…
Out…