PROLOGUE

Water. That was the only thing on my mind. My throat ached as a White Coat increased the speed of the moving platform underneath my weak feet. At least give me shoes, I think. My toes burn as they blister even more. My heart is pumping so hard that I swear it could easily jump right out of me. I get a little dizzy, but try to fight it. Who knows what kind of shots they'll give me when I'm unconscious.

"Not bad," a White Coat says. Under his breath he mumbles, "Maybe I'll finally get a damn raise." I spit at his feet. White Coats like this guy sicken me, treating us as if we're mere experiments.

"You'll pay for that!" he yells. But I barely hear him as he screams at me more. Dizziness is taking over but my eyes flicker to a table a few feet away from me, where a metal pipe sits used for only God knows what. As he bends down to wipe off his shoe, I rip out the needle connected to a tube that records my heart rate. I dart for the table and grab the pipe.

By the time he realizes what I'm doing, I throw the pipe as hard as I can at his face and I hear a very satisfying crunch. Blood instantly pours down his forehead, and I grab his keys and run out the door of Room 216. I round the familiar halls and just make it to the stairs right when a sharp part overcomes my back and I collapse. I turn around and there stands a white Coat with a belt in his hand. He whips me again. It's unusual punishment, but he does it one, two, three more times until I slowly feel consciousness slipping away. The last thing I hear is, "I swear to God, kid, do this one more time and you'll be dead so fast you won't even have time to hear your precious little girlfriend scream."

Max.


AN- Don't worry, not all chapters will be this short. I have reasoning for this (: I have a plot all planned out and hopefully this will be a pretty long one!

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