Chapter 1
Laura
I was led to what looked like a doctor’s office. I hated the doctor’s office after what had happened to my sister. The way none of the doctors would look me in the eye when they broke the news to us. But, the bars bolted to all the windows served as a constant reminder that I was still, nothing but a prisoner. There was a nurse/prison guard on either side of me. I wasn’t really sure which title was in their job description. They both wore brightly colored scrubs reminding me of the friendly nurses you often encountered at the pediatricians office. However, they also each wore a utility belt equipped with a taser, gun, and a pair of handcuffs.
None of us uttered a single word on the way, as we walked down the long, echoey hallway. The only noise was the sound of their shoes on the ground, as I only had bare feet and a jumpsuit. Click click, click clack. The sounds of their steps seemed deafening to me as the sound bounced off the walls, to my ears, and then back to the walls again. Click clack, Click clack. Then, suddenly we stopped. The tall, no-non sense looking guard on my left, pulled an electronic key out of her pocket, and the door swung open. It revealed a room with an examination table, surrounded by a entourage of loud beeping machines. The same guard that had opened the door, grabbed a white hospital gown out of the cabinet on the wall, and instructed me to change.
“Right now?” I asked timidly. It was obviously the wrong question to ask.
“If you would like, I can go get a team of officers to strip you down and do it for you,” she replied in a calm, yet extremely cold voice. Self consciously, I grabbed the gown from her and changed as fast as I could. The two women started down at me with no visible emotion in their eyes. The other lady, a slightly shorter, but not any less intimidating brunette, grabbed my jumpsuit with nothing but the very tips of her fingers, and plopped into the garbage can as if she was afraid she would catch rabies if she touched anything that I had worn. Even though I knew it didn’t matter, I felt a twinge of embarrassment. Did she really think I was that disgusting? What version of my story had she heard? Or, had she heard anything at all? It is very possible that she was just following orders with no background information whatsoever.
After I had changed, the one I had personally named “evil-eyes”, the same one that opened the door, instructed me to sit on the examining table. The sanitary paper crickeld under me as I tentatively perched on the table, waiting for whatever was going to happen next.
I look at evil-eyes and her partner as they busied themselves, finally not paying any attention to me. They were grabbing things out of drawers, opening bottles of strange looking liquids, and pressing buttons on the machines that surrounded me.
Then, after about two minutes of this, they began their work on me. Evil eyes, hooked some things around my fingers, and placed a gas mask around my face, while her partner forcefully grabbed my other arm and began to wipe it down with a rubbing alcohol wipe.The cold wipe shocked me, and my reflexes forced me to yank my arm away from her.
This incited anger in both of them and they proceedd to inform me that if I didn’t cooperate, they would have to tie me town and finish the job. I assured them that I would behave. She yanked my arm out again and continued to wipe down my arm with the strong smelling liquid.
Then, she pulled out the biggest needle I had ever seen in my life, hooked up to an iv machine. I stared at it in fear, but it was not as scary as angering these cruel women. I closed my eyes and let out a small yelp of pain as the needle was inserted into my veins.
I could feel the drug rush through my blood. It wasn’t until the tingling sensation started that I realized I didn’t even know what they were putting into me. Was it poison? Was this an execution? Suddenly, I feel nauseous. Without my permission, evil eyes put her hand on my chest and pushed me down until I was lying flat on my back. She then pulled out some straps. Quickly and methodically she tied both my wrists and ankles to the bed using hook like things that were built into it. Obviously the bed was made for this purpose. I wondered how many people before me had lain on this bed and gone through the same thing . I wondered if they were still alive. Then a thought went through my head that made my heart drop. Had Abby gone through this same thing? Where was she? Terror filled my once again.
Then, without any kind of explanation, or warning, both women left. When the door clicked behind them, I was filled with both the relief that they were gone, and the fear of what was to come.
For the next hour, the constant beeping of the machines,which I assumed were tracking my vitals, were my only company. I began to feel weird sensations in my body. Dizzy, then really hot, then tingly, then really cold. What was happening to me?
Then, something changed. I could feel the IV that was stuck into me stop pumping out the liquid into my veins, and my face mask seemed to turn on filled with a sickly, sweet smelling gas, and I had no choice but to let it crawl into my lungs. Within 30 seconds, I was out.
