Time Will Tell (sequel to HMM)

Chapter 5- Trial One; Trial Two

After much time alone in the dark, the man came back in again. He grabbed my head and pulled it to the side, injecting another round of whatever it is into my neck. I felt the same effects coming on as before, only this time there was nothing to pull me under into unconsciousness. 

He messed with the chains at the wall above my head. 

"Stand."

"What?"

"Stand," he said, this time harsher. He obviously wasn't happy about having to repeat himself. 

I stood up on flimsy legs, drug induced clumsiness. Whatever this was he was making sure I couldn't get anywhere quickly. 

I felt him pull on the chains until he had my hands crossed behind my back and he pushed me forward, nearly making me stumble to the ground. 

"Move it."

I decided not to stall, going forward in the direction he had pushed me. When we were standing right in front of the door, it opened as if on it's own. I tried to wait for my eyes to adjust to all the light, but the man wasn't having any of that. He kept pushing me along.

My bare feet stumbled over tile and then carpet before I felt him use my body to open another door. By this time I could thankfully keep my eyes open and see. 

I nearly hissed at the cold tile beneath my feet now. I looked around at the room we had walked into, a bathroom. 

I looked at him questioningly. 

"If you have to go, then go now. It will be your only chance until next time."

He didn't give me a time frame, so I didn't know how long next time would take to get here. I walked forward and he was right on my heels, still holding the chains. 

"A little privacy?" I asked. I at least wanted the door between us. 

"You gave up privacy with the last trick you tried to pull. Now get moving."

I pulled the chains hard, gaining some slack and I went to the toilet, maneuvering the shirt so that I could pull it up enough, but not too far that I was revealing anything to him. Not like he hadn't already seen it all. 

When I finished he allowed me to wash my hands, something I didn't think he would. When I brought them around front I stared a moment too long at my wrists. 

The cuffs around my wrist had already started to break the skin. I saw dried blood all over my wrists which had dripped down to my hands. 

I quickly put my hands under the water and let the warm liquid wash it away. I relished the burn the soap and water inflicted on the cuts in my wrist. It let me know I could still feel and that I was still alive. 

Who knows, maybe I'm dead and this is just my own personal hell. 

I really needed to learn how to keep my mind from fighting back at me. I look for one good side, and it gives me the opposite. 

The man clears his throat and pulls on the chains. He's clearly annoyed and ready to get going. 

He then leads me down another hall, possibly the same one I had just gone down, until we stop outside a room and knocks. 

There's a voice on the other end says to go in, and when the man opens the door my eyes go wide. 

The room in blank and empty for the most part. There's another man sitting in a chair and an empty patient chair sitting in the center. There are tables around with different items that I can't see from this angle, and the man in the chair looks up.