Chapter 16: Letting Go
A bright light shone brilliantly in Sidney's eyes as she woke. She discovered Darien watching her sleep. Syd stared back, realizing where she was. Her mind raced, making her consider the actions she previously had done. Was she reaching insanity? Who were these people and would they conduct experiments on her?
Darien scooped a small portion of pudding in a spoon while pausing it around her mouth. He wanted her to ajar her orifice so she could consume the small snack but all the woman did was hesitate.
"C'mon, Sid…you need to eat." Darien said to her.
"I'm not hungry. Please let me go. I won't tell anyone of this and you can monitor me anytime you like, just don't take the pills away from me.
"You and I both know those are going to eventually kill you in you continue using them."
"I have no life anymore…my family is dead, killed in a car crash a year ago. Plus, my best friend is dead as well. How can a person go on with life with nothing?" Sydney wondered, her voice swallowed in despair.
"I don't know, but they just do. My brother was a victim of violence and his killer is still walking around free. I can agree with you, sister…but I'm still goin' on strong like the Energizer Bunny. We can help you get through this and you need to cooperate with us in order for you to survive." Fawkes elucidated to her.
"I want to die and leave this pitiful world. You can't stop me, Darien. I will eventually end my life, one way or another."
"Wrong answer, I'm not going to let you do this. How did you get the pills?"
"Not telling." She shook her head no.
"Yes you will, you will tell me who gave these to you." Darien nodded for a syringe, in which Claire guided herself to the restrained arm she held in her hand. "You can tell me now, or it will be forced out. Your choice…your decision."
"Ok, ok…I don't know who they are but when I first got my prescription, these people gave me an offer that I couldn't refuse at all. They told me that Zoloft and Prozac sometimes couldn't help some side effects of depression. They claimed they had a pill that could cure it once and for all, with no side effects. I was ecstatic and told them right away that I wanted it. So, they gave me a number and I was given medication."
"Do you know the number?"
She sighed in uncertainty for a brief moment and then expressed as if she was going to speak.
"1-800-778-9076." Sydney said, while shamefully looking down.
"It's fine, hon." Darien took his hand and lifted her head up. He then kissed her on the forehead, "Just sit tight and I'll be back."
Fawkes stepped out of the lab and down the never-winding hallway, meeting up with his partner.
"What's up, Fawkes?" Hobbes expected.
"How well can you locate a building with a 1-800 number?" The invisible man gave the paper that the telephone number was on into Bobby's hand.
"Like no prob, man."