Chapter 2
I was panting from fear, a bead of sweat falling down my reddened cheek. Leaning against the one of the few ways they could enter my room, I clutched my metal baseball bat. My grip was so strong on the handle that my knuckles were white. I was absolutely terrified.
Shuffling down the hall outside my room made my body tense. They were coming so damn close. My fingers began to tremble. Who the hell are they anyway? What do they want? Carefully, I sucked in a breath, needing to stop my fearful tremors. It was no use. They continued to ripple through my body.
"I think she went this way." I heard an unfamiliar voice speak. The sound was dangerously close to my door. My breath caught in my throat as the shuffling edged closer and closer. They're gonna catch me... Complete terror ripped through my veins.
The door was violently flung open, ripped from it hinges. I was thrown just as harshly into the wall next to my bed. Stars clouded my vision from the force of impact. Then, freaky looking people poured in from the space that used to be my doorway. My room wasn't big enough to hold as many people that filed in, however they came in any way.
"Leave me alone!" I cried, pressing myself against the wall, my attempt at avoiding the strange intruders. Raising my bat in warning, I dared any of them to take another step closer. My threat had no effect on any of them. Not a single one. I prepared to swing as one reached toward me.
"Calm down, girl. We won't hurt you." he spoke in a slightly gentle tone. I wasn't buying it. I clenched my jaw and brought the sturdy metal down on his head. Only, the material never touched him. Another of the freaks blocked my blow with his forearm. It looked as though he didn't even feel it.
What the hell... It should have at least fractured his arm... The one who tried to calm me before moved again. He was reaching into his pocket. More fear bubbled inside me, I didn't know what the hell he was going to pull out. The one I'd struck moved as well, to me. His hands pressed me against the wall further than I'd pressed myself.
"Good, make sure I have a clear shot at her arm." the first one ordered. Another of the intruders closed in on me, using his hands to pin my arm to the wall. I was severely restrained. Then the first's hand freed itself from his pocket, in it, a syringe, completed by a long, sharp needle.
"W-what are you going to do with that?!" I demanded them, my fear of needles shining through. He didn't answer, just moved closer. The syringe was aimed at my restrained arm. "No, no!" I cried. "Get that thing away from me!"
Much to my horror, he ignored me and plunged the fragile metal into my flesh. His thumb pushed down on the plunger, injecting an ominous purplish liquid into my body. Once all of the fluid had left the syringe and was into my arm, he finally freed the needle. I was still horrified.
"What... What was in that?!" I demanded once again. Almostimmediately, I began to feel dizzy and nauseous. I had to stop and take a few deep breaths so I wouldn't lose the meal I'd eaten only an hour before. If I wasn't being held up and restrained by the two men, I probably would have collapsed then and there.
"Give her to me. If she's under for too long before we get to my lab, she could lose a lot of her memory." The first spoke, gesturing for them to hand me to him. My head swam and once they let go to pick me up, I fell forward, into the arms of the first guy who restrained me. I couldn't move my limbs, couldn't even speak. Slowly, my eyelids began to drift closed.
I was startled back at the hand off, now in the first man's arms. The terror still raced through me, but I couldn't spew threats and curses at them. I couldn't do anything but blink slowly and scream at them in my thoughts. The man, as well as all the others turned and descended the flight of stairs that lied just down the hall from my room.
Once we were outside, I could barely keep my eyes open. My eyelids felt so heavy, my body so weak. Out of the corner of one of my eyes, I noticed one gave a flick of his wrist and the air literally opened. I was awestruck while slipping into unconsciousness. Everyone filed into the void he'd made so simply. As I was carried inside as well, I finally sank under. Darkness surrounded, swallowing me whole.
My eyes opened to the white room once again. The dream melted away. Though, I'd thought for sure I had died of blood loss. The soreness in my wrists proved otherwise. I wasn't lying on the floor anymore. My body lay upon a surprisingly soft cot. At first, I was ecstatic to find the chains on my wrists had been removed, however, the feeling vanished when I realized they were attached to my ankles instead. And, worse yet,
I was still alone.
The length of the chain, I noticed after calming myself, was much longer than before. If I wanted, I could easily walk around the room. Using as little help from my arms as I could, as to not hurt them, I pushed myself up into a sitting position. It was definitely the same room. I couldn't help what I did next, I just needed some comfort.
"Hello?" I called, "Guy? Are you there? I... I don't like being alone..." I was sure he couldn't hear the last part. Even I could barely hear it, and I was the one speaking. After small moments that ripped at my heart like they were passing by like years, his voice finally rang out.
"Yes? Do you need something?" he asked. I nodded slowly, bringing my knees to my chest. When I spoke, I didn't even recognize my own voice.
"I need someone to talk to." my voice exited my throat as a small, choked whisper. Uttering the small sentence hurt more than I wanted it to. Damn my stupid fears. All they do is get in the way. There was a long pause, at one point making me think he'd left me. Then his voice rang out once again.
"Perhaps you are ready. Tell me, while you slept, did you remember anything?" he questioned, sounding interested. I thought hard. The dream... Could that have been a memory? I relived every event
that had happened in my dream I'd just awoken from only moments before. Then something clicked. The man that had injected me with the purple liquid had had bubble gum pink hair.
"Yes," I finally said, "it felt like a dream, but it had to have happened. Because you were in it." my voice sounded strange to me. It was almost dull. I never talked like that. Never.
"Oh? And what happened, hmm?" he continued to question me. I let loose and breath and continued speaking.
"You and a buncha other people broke into my house while my dad was out. You broke into my bedroom while I was trying to hide. Someone ripped my door from its hinges and I stood against the opposite wall, terrified. Every single one of you moved in on me, however, besides you, the rest were just blurry figures. Then I was restrained and you injected me with weird stuff. When I was falling asleep, I was carried through a huge hole in the air. That's it." I finished.
"Interesting. Your memories are returning sooner than I previously thought. I supposed you may meet someone today. I will be there too, just to keep you stable." What he said about my memories and "keeping me stable" instantly triggered something in my mind.
"In my dream, you said if I was under for too long, I would lose my memory. How long was I under, and how much did I lose?" I questioned him, thinking it was only fair he spill since I did. There was a sigh.
"Unfortunately, you were under my induced coma for far longer than you should have been. Most of your memories from the past three years have been blurred. However, they should return just as easily as this one has." he informed. Past three years. I lost three years of memories. I couldn't believe what I was hearing. However, I just couldn't bring myself to reply.
He spoke no longer, leaving me alone once again. I remained in my curled up position, trying not to freak out again. Having nothing better to do, I inspected my wrists. Though sore, they didn't look too bad. Although most of them were covered in thick gauze, wrapped up tightly. Somehow, I felt glad the strange man had saved my life. Which was strange, considering he had kidnapped me and "accidentally" wiped three years of my memory.
Suddenly the door in front of me opened. Only, this time, the figures weren't silhouetted. As an immediate, must protect self, reaction, I backed away until my back hit a wall. The man with pink hair looked slightly amused. My heart rate picked up as my eyes landed on a new, unfamiliar face. I felt the same fear that ripped through me in my dream.
"Calm down. You said you wanted someone to talk to, I brought someone. Hopefully his presence will spark more memories. I will supervise things from close by." he told me. I sighed.
"Wait, one thing. Are the chains really necessary?" I asked, jingling them. They clanked against each other and the floor noisily. He gave me a short nod.
"Yes. Just until you warm up to everyone, and gain more of your memory. Which shouldn't take too long. I apologize if you're uncomfortable." Another sigh escaped my lips. The chains definitely were uncomfortable. They were chaffing my ankles, which had grown dry in the chilly room. If my restraints were on any longer, my poor ankles would probably start bleeding.
"I'll let you two talk then." as he spoke, he disappeared into another door at my right. There I was, sitting curled up before a complete, stoic looking stranger. Who stared, almost creepily, right at me. Right into my eyes. Maybe even into my soul... I quickly brushed the thought aside. He was simply studying me. Nothing more.
"So, uh... What's your name?" I started, bluntly. I didn't receive an answer, the man's penetrating stare beginning to make my uncomfortable. So, I sighed and carefully turned my back to him. I still feel alone... My voice came again, but to the air, I was hoping the pink haired man was listening.
"You know, this isn't what I meant when I said I needed someone to talk to. I was thinking somebody that would actually speak in return." I spoke, drawing my knees back to my chest. The embrace was supposed to calm me, but it wasn't the same as hugging another person.
"I have no intention of holding a civil conversation with trash such as you." the voice came from behind me. Then, no other sound came. Not from an intercom, the person behind me, or from myself. The silence nearly suffocated me. With no other choice, I spun back around.
"Please, leave." I requested, as politely as I could manage. I wasn't one to be nice when I was insulted. However, the small words exited my mouth better than I thought they would have. Feeling proud of myself on the inside, I sat and watched him.
When I looked into the forest green, expressionless eyes, everything stopped. Including my breath. My eyes widened as a memory crashed through my mind with enough force to knock me over, though I remained perfectly still.
Out of the corner of one of my eyes, I noticed one gave a flick of his wrist and the air literally opened. I was awestruck while slipping into unconsciousness. Everyone filed into the void he'd made so simply. As I was carried inside as well, I finally sank under. Darkness surrounded, swallowing me whole.
It was from my dream. Or was it a memory? Whatever it was, when my eyes set on his, that particular event which happened in my sleep was emphasized. Greatly so. I couldn't move besides that of my jaw slowly dropping. I wasn't sure what I was experiencing was good or bad. All I knew, was that it was the man I was looking directly at. One thought flitted through my mind as I felt myself begin to faint.
It was him.