And just like that, they were gone.
The doors were shut and I was alone in a dark chamber. I had no idea where I was and I couldn't put a solid hold on what I was feeling. There was so much going on. I was kidnapped, Derek had been the one to assist in kidnapping me, and I was about to have some unknown tests ran on me.
I was too weak to call back Andrew and just couldn't find the energy to summon Liz either.
I had so many questions racing through my head, like "Where was I?" and "What are they going to do to me?" and even though I had all these questions I wasn't sure if I really wanted an answer to them. I just wanted to go home, that I was sure of.
My wrists began to hurt from the chains and my stomach growled so loud you would've thought I hadn't been fed in days but it was only a matter of hours. I was so exhausted and I just wanted to lie down. Tears started to fill the rims of my eyes and I couldn't even reach my face to wipe them off due to the chains.
What kind of tests did they plan on running on me?
I wasn't sure what I could even do. I felt so useless and annoyed with myself. I needed to think of something and quick. I decided that I would try my hardest to summon someone—anyone.
I was so weak and having a really hard time focusing. I just needed Andrew to come back. He knew about this place and from what I could tell, it wasn't good information. Knowing that he got tested on here and was killed by it only made me worry more and focus less.
I started to pick up signals of him. I was focusing so hard and literally straining myself just to get a clear picture of him in my head. Suddenly I felt the air get colder and saw a faded glow. I squeezed my eyes shut and focused on the glow. I started imagining Andrew's face and put that face onto the glow to make it him—to call him to me. Then, at that moment, I was able to put a body on the glow.
A loud screech came from the glow and then a short burst of bright light as well. The glow was a bright yellow light now and not a faded glow. Noises came from it, not just screeching, but static like sounds. I tried calling out to whatever this could be.
"H-hello? Is anyone or anything there? C-c-can you hear me?" I called out, so far, nothing. "Please, I'm in trouble and need someone. Anyone!" I was becoming really desperate now, even more than before. More white noise was coming from the light, something was trying to contact me but we weren't having a clear connection.
I kept trying and trying and I couldn't make anything out of the light. I was too weak to call anyone or anything and I wasn't even that great at being a necromancer when I'm at my strongest point so I wasn't sure why I thought that I would be able to be a great one now. I gave up.
I sighed really heavily. It looked like I was stuck here until my kidnappers returned. My body was giving out. I had no food in me and I was so exhausted and sore from being hit in the back of the head. My head was pounding and I was on the verge of peeing on myself. I began to cry. I felt so stupid. So, so stupid. This pang of stupidity flew over me and it was actually making me feel way worse than the physical problems. I was crying so much that I was tiring myself out. My mind began to wonder, how could Derek do this to me?
Ugh, Derek.
Even when I feel like I hate him the most I can't get him out of my head.
"How could he do this to me?" That question must have been repeated in my head over a thousand times within a two minute time span. I knew him being so sweet was weird. I knew there was no way that could've been him. What was I thinking!
What could they possibly even want from me? What can I do? What is Derek doing working for the same people we were so desperate to get away from?
These questions kept running through my head until I finally began to slip away. My thoughts faded and I became unconscious.
Several hours must have passed because I woke up in a completely different setting. I was in an all white room, there was a bed that had pale yellow sheets on it and a small painting of some flowers on the wall on the opposite side. I guess that was supposed to be comforting. I was changed into a long, white paper gown—something similar to what you wear when you're admitted to the hospital. I was still so fuzzy but I felt less terrible—in a physical sense of course. There were no windows, just a light attached to the ceiling that admitted a soft, warm light into the room, which I will admit is way better than a florescent bulb any day.
I sat up and tucked my knees to my chest. What was I supposed to do now? I rested my chin on my knees and just sighed. I still had a buzzing feeling in the back of my skull and my stomach was still empty. I felt awful and drained, despite just waking up. I was glad to be in a room now and not just chained up standing. While lost in thought, I heard keys rattling at the door and wiggling through the lock. The lock clicked and the door swung open hard. A woman with black, chopped hair was standing in the doorway. She was really tall, like, really tall. I swear she had to be at least 6'2". Her nose was so narrow and perfectly shaped and she had eyes so dark that they peered right through your soul. We made eye contact and she nodded at me. My eyes were big as the moon and I was shaking. Her high heels clicked on the tile floor and she made her way into the room. She walked half way in, then stopped.
She was holding a clip board in one hand and a pair of cat-eyed glasses in the other. The raised her glasses to her face and adjusted them accordingly.
"Good morning, Subject. Did you sleep well?" she cocked her head sideways and her voice had a perk to it that I couldn't even imagine her having. "Do you speak? Do you know how to use words?" I was so distracted by her that I couldn't even think of what to say. "Speak up, Subject!" her voice roared and my whole body jolted.
"Y-y-yes, I'm sorry. I slept okay I think. I don't remember sleeping, I just remember waking up." She started scribbling words onto the clipboard.
"How are you feeling right now, Subject?"
Tired, sick, sad, confused; all of these were appropriate adjectives for me to use. "I'm okay." Is what I managed to mutter.
"Just okay?"
"Just okay."
"Are you feeling ill at all? Are you tired? Are you hungry?"
The word 'hungry' buzzed through my skull. "Yes, starving. Please just give me something to eat."
"Okay, okay. Don't worry, we're going to take good care of you. We can't lose someone as precious as you to lack of food. We won't let that happen."
Someone as precious as me? Oh god. What did she mean? What could she have possibly been talking about? She scribbled some more words on to her clip board and nodded to herself as she did so.
"Well you seem to be a bit rested which is a pleasant surprise and good news to report. You should try to rest up a bit as well. I will bring you some food shortly and when I return I will give you more information on what's going to be happening to you. Until then, sit tight. We have a lot of work to do." She turned around and her high heel clicked against the floor until the door slammed shut behind her and at that moment, it was pure silent.
I wasn't sure what to think or what to even feel anymore. I wasn't scared; I was just numb at this point. I sighed and laid down. I forced my eyes shut and tried to think of my happy place. Nothing was coming to mind, it was all just dark. That's all I could see—nothing.
I'm hoping this doesn't end too horribly.