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Oh, and Nyneve, I looked over what I wrote (I don't proof or anything before I post a fic . . . I'm lazy) and you're right, he was a bit exaggerated. I hope to fix that, so thanks for pointing it out!
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Crimson Fears
Chapter Two
Warmth engulfed me, a feeling long forgotten that now tried to smother my iced skin, a feeling I welcomed. I curled up, trying to encompass the warmth around me, not wanting any to ever leave me. I didn't like the cold, yet it was all I felt while wondering unknown streets. I hated the cold, the weather matching the ice inside of me. I despised the cold, yet it was what I deserved.
With this thought, my eyes shot open and I sat up. I had been on a bed, I realized, sleeping. How I had gotten there was beyond me, this uncertainty filled me with fear. I remembered the boy who had saved me, but nothing beyond that. I pulled my knees to my chest and shivered in fear.
I noticed a tube attached to my arm and pulled the needle out, not knowing what it was for, and not caring. The sheets which had kept me warm were wrapped around me, I stared at them for a while, my eyes open wide and tears threatening to fall. I grabbed a fistful of the white sheets and flung them away from me as though they were Satan himself. They weren't for me, I didn't deserve them. Tears began to run from my eyes as I looked down to notice that I was on a white bed. It was too soft, it wasn't for me, I didn't deserve it. I rolled off the side of the bed and landed with a thud against the cold tile. I hit my head hard enough on the white tile that black clouded my vision for a minute before I blinked it away. I inched across the floor, my legs feeling like weights at the bottom of the ocean as I dragged them along, unable to move them for reasons I didn't understand, once again sending fear throughout me.
It was a small room, but it seemed to stretch forever as I pulled my own dead weight around the buzzing machines that were scattered throughout the room. As I reached my arm out to pull myself along once more, I noticed the sleeves of the shirt I wore, quickly realizing they weren't my old clothes, they were neat, warm, and clean. They weren't the torn, wet, and dirty clothes I once wore, or the ones I deserved. I grabbed the sleeve and tried to tear it away from my body, I pulled and bit at the sleeve to try and get it away from me; it was too good for me. I don't know how long I tried, but finally the sleeve tore at my teeth, I grabbed it and with all my strength, I pulled it completely off. I looked at the second, but I couldn't begin to tear it, tears flooded from my eyes and I dropped my head into my arms, sobbing into a sleeve I didn't deserve.
I looked up through my tears to see a window. Rain poured outside and lightning flashed. I deserved to be out there, not in this warm room. I had to make it out of this luxury. This was my hell, yet someone was trying to stop me from fulfilling my penance. I inched toward the window, I had to be released from this comforting prison.
My legs still felt like lead as I dragged them along to the window, the sound of rain and wind pounding against the glass. After what seemed to be an eternity of struggle, the window was right above me, I reached up and grabbed it with my sleeveless arm, followed by the second as I slowly hoisted myself off of the cold tile. I first rose to my knees, using the window pane for support. I was shaking, in fear or from the force I had to put out to simply lift my body off the tile, I didn't know.
Tears poured with the rain as I bit my lip, from where I felt a small trail of blood trickle down my chin. I let out a whimper and I raised myself to my feet, knees shaking under the weight while leaning against the window as a lifeline. I panted as the window cooled my forehead.
I reached to open the window, but as I did, I realized there was a lock on it. I fiddled with it in my shaking fingers and tried to open it, but it was futile. I couldn't open the lock; I couldn't open the window. I was trapped in this comforting prison.
Tears came in floods and I coughed as I gasped for breath through sobs. My fist raised and before I knew what I was doing, my fist pounded against the unyielding glass. I wanted to break the glass, to shatter it and vanish into the rain outside. Pain flooded through my fist as I pounded again and again. I cried and in anger at myself and how helpless I was as I stopped leaning on the window to stand on my shaking legs to ram my entire body weight into the window. I tried, but was only thrown back by the force of my own attack. I landed on the hard tile and hit my head, letting out a small scream.
I hoisted myself up once more, determined to make it to the outside world. By the time I was on my feet for the second time, I couldn't breathe or see straight, yet I rammed myself into the window, flailing my fists against the glass.
Strong hands had grabbed me from behind, I didn't know who it was, and I screamed out in fear. Someone touched me, they were going to die, more were going to die because of me. I had to escape, yet I wasn't going to fight them, I couldn't hurt them more than I already was. The strong hands pulled me from the window and I fell onto whoever was behind me. I tried to wriggle free, but they had a good hold on me. I didn't kick, or flail my arms around against this person, I had lost all strength, even if I had any, I wouldn't have fought in fear of hurting them. They had to let me go.
"Let me go!" They came as a whisper through dry lips, but the words were there. "You'll die! You'll die! LET ME GO!" My voice rose as I wriggled against the grip on my arms, but they were stronger than me.
"It's going to be alright." I heard the someone whisper in my ear, a voice I recognized, but could not place. "It's going to be alright."
"NO!" The sound exploded from me. I wriggled and tried to free myself from the death grip. I heard footsteps behind me and saw men and women in white coats surround me and whoever held me in their grasp. I screamed and cried and tried to escape from the crowd of people around me. I didn't want to hurt them, but they wouldn't let me go, I couldn't do anything to protect them from myself.
"We have to calm her down!" One man in white yelled over my screams of terror. The one holding me put his hand over my mouth to quiet me, and without thinking, I sank my teeth into his skin. Horrified at what I had done, I stopped all movement and cried as I watched them inject something into me with a needle.
That was all I knew before black filled my vision.
Once again, warmth engulfed me, but this time, I woke to the warm sun of a new day. I tried to sit up, only to realize my wrists and ankles had been tied to the bed in which I now lay. I sighed as I looked around the room. It was the same white room as before, the machine's still buzzing, and another small tube attached to my arm, which this time I couldn't rip out. The walls and floor tiles were still white and the window was still locked, yet there was something out of place.
Across from me, asleep in a small, uncomfortable looking chair sat a man sleeping. An Asian man I recognized as soon as my eyes fell upon him. This was the man who had helped the child of Satan.
End of Chapter 2
Heh heh . . . sorry it's so short, but I thought this was a good place to end, and I'm lazy . . . what can I say? Please tell me what you think and what you think I should change! Thanks!
