All I saw at that moment was white. A white, bright light that had me temporarily blinded. There was no way for me to move; it was almost as though I had been strapped down by an invisible force that was keeping me on the cold, hard metal. I couldn't remember how long I'd been there or why I went to that place, assuming I went for a reason at all. I was just there, something telling me I was there for a reason.
"She's awake!" his voice was like nails on a chalkboard, everybody else's voices seeming like no more than soft whispers. I could tell that easily, he's the one who was responsible for everything that could've gone either so right or so wrong.
The white light was instantly replaced by a dark figure of what I thought was a woman; no, I knew it was a woman. No man could ever pull off the body frame she had. I didn't know why I was so drawn to her body frame, it just left me staring. "It's okay sweetie, breathe," her voice was meant to be sweet, but it sounded like a screaming whistle in my head, "This will be over before you know it."
It seemed as though she was the only one that wasn't alarmed at my awakening. Everybody else around me, their voices had strong senses of urgency, as though they were about to do something of great importance. "Grab the syringe! It was supposed to be ready!" Nails on a chalkboard once again, "The injection needs to happen right fucking now!"
Injection? What exactly was I there for? The reality of the matter didn't wait for me to think, for in the moment, the millions of stabbing pinches jabbed at my legs and arms. I wanted to scream, but it was almost as though my throat had locked itself up, disabling me to do so.
The pain seemed to be over just as soon as it had started. I felt nothing. No pain, no bruising, nothing. It was as though all of my pain had just been switched off, like a lamp being switched off at nighttime. I didn't feel any pain at all when the mad man scored the scalpel over my eye. It felt like I should've felt something other than the blood flowing down my face as they tested me - in the sickest way possible - to make sure the injections worked. I felt nothing.
"She's awake!" his voice was like nails on a chalkboard, everybody else's voices seeming like no more than soft whispers. I could tell that easily, he's the one who was responsible for everything that could've gone either so right or so wrong.
The white light was instantly replaced by a dark figure of what I thought was a woman; no, I knew it was a woman. No man could ever pull off the body frame she had. I didn't know why I was so drawn to her body frame, it just left me staring. "It's okay sweetie, breathe," her voice was meant to be sweet, but it sounded like a screaming whistle in my head, "This will be over before you know it."
It seemed as though she was the only one that wasn't alarmed at my awakening. Everybody else around me, their voices had strong senses of urgency, as though they were about to do something of great importance. "Grab the syringe! It was supposed to be ready!" Nails on a chalkboard once again, "The injection needs to happen right fucking now!"
Injection? What exactly was I there for? The reality of the matter didn't wait for me to think, for in the moment, the millions of stabbing pinches jabbed at my legs and arms. I wanted to scream, but it was almost as though my throat had locked itself up, disabling me to do so.
The pain seemed to be over just as soon as it had started. I felt nothing. No pain, no bruising, nothing. It was as though all of my pain had just been switched off, like a lamp being switched off at nighttime. I didn't feel any pain at all when the mad man scored the scalpel over my eye. It felt like I should've felt something other than the blood flowing down my face as they tested me - in the sickest way possible - to make sure the injections worked. I felt nothing.
My name is Estrella.
I was born in 1987.