The door to the room creaked open, letting the bright florescent hallway lights radiate the room. The small girls eyes fluttered open and she glanced around best she could now that her arms had been tied to the sides of a hospital stretcher along with her legs. She tried to move again as flashbacks came to her mind, her almost escape, her almost freedom.
She had a horrid pain shooting into her upper arm where she had been stabbed with a tranquilizer to calm her down, she ached to move as she tried to sit up straining her arms in doing so.
"That's not a very good, Idea you know." a semi-gruff voice filled into her thoughts and she froze in her spot as she tried to look around the room. Panic striking her hard again as the door started closing again, the room fell silent once more and she let out a scared whimper. "Who are you…" she heard footsteps crossing the room towards her slowly and she pulled on the chains until a firm hand was holding both her wrists still. A familiar touch. It was the boy who had stopped her escape earlier in the day. "YOU!" she exclaimed and thrashed even harder until he pushed her arms down pinning her there. "Stop, or they will come in here and realize you're freaking out." he paused and smirked to himself "again."
"What do you want?" the girl spat in her whispered voice trying to squirm from his grip.
"To help you." he replied.
