CHAPTER FOUR: NEW WORLD'S BITTER MEDICINE
It was probably morning. I wasn't sure, because of the complete lack of windows. But, the ceiling lights had turned on. That could only mean morning, right? I was waiting for breakfast. By then I was still starving, but at least it didn't hurt like it did the last night.
Two guards appeared in front of my cell. They wore dark matching outfits and creepy bird masks. Before I knew it, they drew a circle in the air with their index fingers. It must have been some sort of spell, because everything became fizzy after that. I fell to the floor. With my last forces, I managed to crack open one eye.
They were dragging me out of my cell. My head was scraping the concrete, although I couldn't feel a thing.
And, the second time I woke up this 'morning', I found myself strapped to a table.
Scanning the room, it appeared to be some sort of laboratory. My empty stomach dropped to the sight of scalpels of different size and shape, syringes filled with mysterious liquids, long tweezers, some of which were bent on the tip. There were also plenty of other 'medical' instruments that I did not recognize. But, what I could tell, was that they were ready for a procedure.
My mind started racing, thinking of all the possible outcomes. But, I knew that I had to stay calm. No matter how scary it could be, no matter how much I wanted to cry or to scream or to rip the chains of my body, I remained still and quiet.
I focused on my breathing. In and out, like my parents used to tell me.
I started to feel the leather straps on my wrists. Good, that meant the spell was wearing off.
A door opened with an ugly creak.
Faint footsteps getting close to me.
And it was then I realized:
My doctor finally arrived.
"Are you awake?" A voice, cold as ice, growled at me.
I chocked back a yes.
"I don't want you being awake for the procedure."
"I'm awake." I answered.
"What are you going to do? Please, please… I'm innocent!" I got a bit carried away and began sobbing. Next thing I knew, I fell asleep.
The following weeks I spent in that horrible laboratory and then in my cell, recovering. God only knows what happened when the doctor put me to sleep. Each time I woke up, I had another scar. Most of them were in my chest and back.
I started to think that doctor was simply experimenting. Seeing what was inside. Apart from that, I had no other idea what they could have been doing. I couldn't ask them. I only saw them a minute before operations. For everything else, I had a couple nurses that took 'care' of me.
They use spells, similar to that anesthesia spell, the difference is that they make my wounds heal faster. The downside is that they make my head fuzzy. I suppose it's because of that constant foggy memory that I couldn't organize my thoughts like this until now.
Now.
This is the longest time I have been left alone. With no open scars, the nurses only come to give me enough food and water to survive another day. No more spells.
With that newfound clarity, I can think more.
At first I think on the future. If my theory about the 'experiments' is true, then maybe the doctor gathered enough data and won't need me anymore.
Then I think on the present. I come to the conclusion that I must be in another world or dimension. One where magic is real, as those spells showed me, and humans are rare creatures. How I came to this world is clear. Through that door, along with that girl.
The girl that always appears, like an angel, and rescues me from this hell. Sadly I wake up from those fever dreams to the somber truth. In a world like this, she must be dead already.
On some occasions, when dread creeps in, and I lose to the shadows, I think on the past. My past that once seemed repetitive, and now feels like a distant utopia. Oh, what I would give to go back to that wonderful routine with my friends and family. I would never complain about anything else, I swear!
Luckily, I'm able to pass through those phases. Crying never helped someone in trouble. But, what else could I do in such a powerless situation?
All of a sudden, the ceiling lights turned on.
My body froze when the nurses came once again. I though I had got used to this already, but this time I had a gut feeling about it.
Notes: I'm finally back from my slumber. Sorry for the cliffhanger, but don't worry, new chapters are on the making.
What did you all think of this darker chapter? Did you like it or do you prefer more light ones?
Thank you for reading.