My focused as I came out of a trance like state that I had been placed in and blinked several times to rid my vision of the unfocused spiraling pattern that was weaving itself in front of my eyes. I gritted my teeth as I tried to stand when my aching and under developed muscles protested against it, the straps that restrained my head, arms, and legs against the chilled rubber of the stiff plastic chair was easily snapped off like Velcro. When I finally stumbled to my feet I saw one of the sides of my glass like imprisonment was on the other side coated in a thick dark crimson liquid so dark it showed my reflection faintly, when I finally caught a solid glimpse of what I looked like I rushed to the mirror above the sink the doctors use to sanitize their hands with and saw my face. What had once been tan and cheery faced now had a long winding scar under my eye down my cheek and disappeared down my neck and into the orange folds of my prison like jump suit. My oak colored hair that had also once been long and wavy was now cut short, my hair that was parted in two ways was sheared off at different angles the right side was cut almost to my scalp leaving a lot of chocolate locks that barely grazed below my eyebrow. "The other half isn't so bad" I thought as I raked my fingers through the tangled mess, the bangs would have covered my murky brown eyes had clump of the front portion of my hair not been slicked up like a wave by some invisible force, the back part of my hair felt like it had been given a pixie cut. Humming slightly I raised my right hand gingerly touching the cheek that was marred by the scar and was surprised by a white cotton bandage only to find the sleeve of my jumpsuit was pulled up to my elbow, a gauze was loosely wrapped around my lower arm allowing my a glimpse of the shininess of healing burnt flesh.

I clamped my jaws shut and covered it with my unharmed hand not really sure if I was going to scream or puke, I couldn't meet the nauseated look I my own eyes anymore so I closed my eyes and tried to regulate my breathing to normal. I could feel burning behind my eyelids telling me that I was close to crying. I breathed harshly through my nose, the smell of sanitization, rust, and salt burned my nose letting my mind focus on something other than what those damned doctors did to me. With something else to act on and the burning behind my eyes momentarily gone I opened my eyes to look for an exit from this foul smelling room, my almond colored eyes scanned the four walls entrapping me like a wild animal in it and finally landed on the small camcorder with a night vision enhancer attacked to it.

I stumbled over to the innocent looking camcorder and picked it up studying it silently asking myself what secrets did it hold, did it hold the answer to how I got all my scars? Making my decision I go and crouch behind the large thinly cushioned dentist char "With restraints of cold iron" I thought sarcastically. I flipped open the side of the recorder and re-winded to my first day of treatment, where hopefully I would get some answers.

-Day 1-

She stares blankly at the screen transfixed as if in a trance, her condition lasts until orderlies have to violently wake her from the trance she was in. They press a Taser to her forearm making the material of the jumpsuit catch fire burning it severely doctors rush in an escort the man out while nurses apply aloe with burn treatment cream while inserting an IV full of water to combat dehydration. That ends day one.

-Day 2-
She stares blankly at the spiraling symbol the pain from the burn prevents her from fully going into a trance but enough so that she is not aware of her surroundings. A slap to the face was all that was needed to bring her back, that ends day two.

-Day 3-

Today is different somehow the cycle continues as she is enraptured by the image the orderlies enter the room and decide to play a game, how much pain can be inflicted on her before she wakes up. The deep cut of the scalpel in an amateur hand ends when it reaches her neck, her eyes clear and she starts screaming and thrashing against the restraints. Once again they are escorted out by doctors and the nurses bandage the wound that will soon leave a scar. That ends day three.

-Day 4-

For the first time the orderlies are not there and she falls and leaves the trance of her own free will, it won't last long. That ends day four.

-Day 5-

They return brandishing scissors and hack off most of the right side of her hair trying to stick wires that would connect to her brain, to see her brain activity while the simulation is going and how internally she reacts. It doesn't work , the wires always short out the moment to touches her. One easily enraged orderly is furious and takes out a pair of tiny scissors that could easily be found in any manicure set and drags it across eyebrow, cheek, and the left side of her mouth. The other two drag him away.

-Day 6-

A tall man wearing an expensive suit enters and looks at her like she is a puzzle yet to be solved and speaks to the doctor next to him "She's like this every time you put her in front of it?" He acts like he already knows the answer but is just asking for his benefit, the short and pudgy doctor answers in a quivering voice "Y-yes Mr. Blaire every time, non of the other patients have ever reached that way not even Mr. Park, she's done this since her first day here" The newly named Mr. Blaire hmms and dismisses us and walks out as he says "Increase her time and tell me the results immediately after." He nods and leaves with him. That ends day six.

-Day 7-

She opens her eyes... they are not clear and she speaks a dark mist surrounding her eyes as she says "The Walrider comes and with him death of those he punishes!" She then slumps against the restraints as the lights go out activating the night vision and blood curdling screams echo down the halls. She then wakes and curiously looks around the wall covered in red then the mirror seeing her reflection, and finally spots the camera still recording.

As you can see I really have no love for orderlies... I saw Terminator: Judgment Day! I saw! I saw!