Out Of Reach

Running wild

          I remember running around as if something was chasing me. When I got to a stop an abandon cabin stood before me.  The windows were shattered and the door broken in half. As, I walked inside I saw lots of dust and cobwebs. I walked in and explored inside the old dusty wood cabin. Footsteps appeared in my head.

       Was I being paranoid or did I really hear footsteps? I asked myself. I quickly hid behind the couch, hoping it was just my imagination. I was behind the couch for an hour, until I stopped hearing the footsteps. I went to a bed room and closed my eyes. I found myself waking up to the sound of laughing kids.

       That's impossible. I'm in the middle of nowhere. Every where I went I felt as if somebody was watching me. I soon got used to this stomach churning feeling.

         Again the next day I woke up to the sound of laughing kids. At this time, I didn't think much of it. I decided that cleaning up might help me feel more like at a home. I spent two days lost in feather dusters and soap suds. After I lost my energy to get up, I knew what I needed, food. I haven't been eating.  As I went to look for food in the dusty old cabin, I heard a knock at the door. I wondered to myself if I should open the door. Maybe now that I look back, I shouldn't have opened the door, but I was just young.  So, I got up and opened the door. Everything went black as the feeling of being alive was  ripped away. I felt as if I was trapped in my body. I could hear everything. I could feel everything. However, I couldn't use my body. I physically couldn't open my eyes. It was terrible hearing every word that was said and feeling every needle that was injected into me. The worst part about the whole thing was not being able to do something about it.

         Soon after, the whole incident, my eyes gently opened. I saw a bright light. I tried to get up, But something was holding me back. I looked down and I saw straps. I then looked at my arm and saw a needle in my body that said: SERUM. Then I looked to my other side and saw a guy standing there with a wide smile.
       " hello. I see that you are awake. How are you feeling?" I looked to the young guy. My face turned to a frown as I said,
       " I would feel better if I was unstrapped." he just glance away and laughed. I started to get annoyed with the man laughing at me. Anger arises from me and I yelled,
         "I will kill you if you don't unstrap me." However, as I looked to see what the guys expression was, he wasn't there. It was like he was never there. Then I got a chill go down my back. I could feel the presence of somebody else in the room. As a strange man appeared into the room, he grabbed a needle and the next thing I knew, the needle was inside me. I struggled to get away, yet I was strapped and my head started throbbing. The insides of me started to burst with pain. The strange man approached me and took the straps off. The pain was so unbearable I collapsed to the ground. I began to choke and I started coughing up blood. What is happening to me?
        

           It has been about one month since I entered that death house. Everyday I have been trying to escape. But every time I get to an exit I began to feel the life taken away from me. My life is terrible. Every time I sleep, the people come with a white coat and start the " experiment". I'm not very fond of what they do to me. After awhile, I was getting used to my life, where I wasn't considered a person, I was just an "it" or " experiment A". However, after going through all the pain they put me through, my life changed for a second time in my short existence.

         I was sitting in my prison room, or it felt as if I was in a prison room. I sat there thinking about the big experiment they did to me that night. I felt different. Most of the experiments were fails, but this one was called " anti-killer " which supposed changed my thoughts and actions. The scientists saw my abilities. The serum helped me focus and coordinate my body. This helped the scientists, for if they trained me to fight, I would be a secret weapon. So, that's what the scientists did.

        "Finally. The experiment worked. We can get a lot of money for when were done with it," stated Mark. Mark was a scientist who only cared about the money he would earn.
        "So, are we going to hire someone to teach it. Or are we going to teach it ourselves? " Thomas asked.
        "I'm not an it."I blurted all of a sudden. All the scientist just ignored what I said and continue talking. Thomas was another scientists, he just was interested in formulas and science. His plan was to make the world a better place using serums to create a tool helped in fighting. So, yes I am considered the tool. Again now that I think back, I shouldn't have opened the door. I mean, if it wasn't for my careless act, I would be living a regular life, But that might of took the suspense out of my life.