I blinked and saw a bright light above me. I tried to move, but when I looked down I saw chains keeping me down. I averted my eyes around the strange place, which looked like a surgical room.
Little tools like scalpels, knifes and many other little pointy gadgets were scattered around in the surgical table I lay on. No traces of blood, though. There were no windows in the room, so I had no way to tell the time or where I was located.
I then noticed that I was dressed in a hospital gown. I gulped, fear overtaking me when I felt the dirty cloth of a rag stuffed in my mouth. I struggled amongst the chains.
Where am I? How'd I get here? Why can't I remember how I got here?!?
I was on the verge of screaming when suddenly, the door opened with an eerie creak and soon a surgeon—I assume, because of his clothing—comes in. He towered over me, then started to put on surgical gloves. He locked his cold eyes with mine.
"Now," he said in an awfully familiar voice, "let's see what we can get out of you, darling." Though he was wearing a surgical mask, I saw his lips curl up in a wicked smile.
I whimpered in fear and bit down on the gag as he went to get a tool of his choosing. He quickly undid some of the buttons on my chest and also grabbed a black marker.
He lined a little square with the marker and readied his scalpel. I looked into the sadist blue eyes of the man in fear. He pulled it up and struck it down into my skin.
That was the last thing that happened before everything went completely black.
- - -
"Wake up!" When I came to I was being shaken by someone. "Come on, Angela please wake up!"
I was too scared to open my eyes, I didn't want to see those icy eyes again. But if I didn't open them, I wouldn't know anything.
I opened my eyes to little slits, letting the rush of the light come through. I closed them back again, feeling the throbbing pain in my head. I groaned and sat up, holding onto my head.
I saw Caleb and Jay sitting down in a chair near the bed—Jay being on top of him—looking relieved. Caleb took of his cap and ran his hand through his hair, sighing. I heard him mutter, "Thank goodness! You're finally awake."
He looked at me, worried. "Are you okay?"
I nodded. "Y-Yeah... W-Why?"
He raised a brow. "You're shaking." He quickly put a hand to my forehead and chest. "You don't seem to have a fever though."
I blushed and slapped his hands away. "It's n-nothing. I'm sure it was just a bad dream." I decided to change the subject, not wanting to talk about what I thought I saw. "How long have I been out?"
He leaned in his chair. "About an hour...or two."
My eyes widened and I let out a gasp. "Oh no! I need to go home."
He looked at a clock nearby. "It really isn't that late. But even so I strongly suggest that you stay the night here."
"Why?" I asked, stretching my arms into the air.
"Because you might collapse in front of your parents, and that wouldn't be good. Or while you're on the way home, as well," he said pointedly, crossing his arms.
I sighed. "Do you know why I keep fainting?"
He shrugged. "I'm no expert but...it could be a simple case of Syncope."
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The Girl That Can Talk To Animals (HIATUS)Science Fiction
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