Once again, I own nothing!
Help
"No, no, NO! Stop! Please, someone, help me! Please, PLEASE! It's going to kill me! HELP! Help me, help me, help m-"
I bolted upright in my bed after being poked and prodded by something. Sweat poured down my back and neck. My face was drenched too, but from tears that overflowed my eyes and ran down my face.
"Chloe? Chloe!" My brother was kneeling at the side of my bed, looking as panic-stricken as I felt. "Chloe, it was just another dream, it's fine, you're okay, I'm here." JC awkwardly held me and I shuddered heaving sobs against his nightshirt. He continued to talk to try and calm me down, but he the edge in his voice wasn't helping.
After holding me for a few moments, he gently took my arms and began examining them closely. It didn't take long for him to find what he was looking for. A trio of bloody scrapes ran from the top of my left shoulder and twisted to the inside of my wrist. Looking past me to my bed, JC's hazel eyes got even wider as he took in my bloodied sheets. It took him a minute to snap out of his transfixion of horror. His mouth formed soundless words, and I knew that tonight was the worst that had happened so far. He finally found his voice and stammered, "Yes, call. Quickly!"
I couldn't focus on who he was talking to or what he meant by that. All that mattered now was that I was awake and It couldn't follow me here.
"S-s-sorry to wake you again, JC," I sobbed. "But it was just so horrible this time." When JC didn't respond, I looked up. He was staring at me like I was a stranger, like he didn't recognize his own sister.
"What have you done?" I thought he said. But that couldn't be right-we both knew I wasn't the one doing this to me. I must've read his lips wrong.
"JC?" I started to say. "What did you say? Why are you-"
I didn't get to finish my sentence because just then the door burst open, revealing a man and a woman, both in white. I looked to JC to clear up my confusion. He only shook his head at me, lips pressed together, eyes wide with terror.
I couldn't even fathom what was about to happen next, even as the woman came toward me, brandishing a needle with a clear liquid inside. Slowly comprehending, I started to panic.
"Wait, wait, stop. Stop! What are you doing? Stop it, stop! Get away from me, STOP!" My words took no effect in slowing the two strangers. The man helped JC hold down my flailing limbs as the woman pushed the needle into the crease of my elbow.
Fighting back is hard when you're moments from unconscious. Not that I didn't try, though. But, like in my reoccurring nightmares, it felt as though I were trapped in a frustrating slow-motion.
I had no choice but to surrender.