Trapped In Me

___Chapter 2___

And trust me, for the past seven years my life's been anything but painless.

Fuck. What's happening, seriously? Why can't I do anything? Why is this so painful?

All this happened within seconds, and all I could do was kiss the ground by falling over.

Curse you program S4.

"Damn, what's happening to you?" The prisoner, Walter, whispered. His words sounded slurred he was drunk, or I was. I tried moving around, but couldn't. It was just like I was frozen.

 I might be dying here.

The pain increased until it reached a point that made me feel numb. I wanted to scream, or do something, but I couldn't even produce a single sound. I knew that I would go unconscious sooner or later, but I tried my best to stay awake.

They'd torture me if I took a nap on duty.

But if I'm dying, then please let it be quick and painless.

Then came a point at which I couldn't keep my eyes open any longer. Giving up, I closed them, thank the Gods, not forever.

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"Ugh..." I groaned as I massaged my forehead, which seemed to be hurting a lot, like a migraine. Taking a few deep breaths, I opened my eyes to find myself in the very same place I was before going unconscious. Although, everything was blurry like I need spectacles.

Geez, I would look ugly in them. Especially in those big, 'Harry Potter' glasses.

My entire body tingled, in an unusual way. I didn't pay much attention to it, as my headache was much more distracting and painful.

I tried to sit up, but that required more strength than I had right now. So I stayed in that position, down on the cold, hard floor as I continued massaging my head.

Did I eat something bad? Is that why my head's aching? But the only thing I've eaten in the last seven years are those pills. Would that cause a headache?

My entire body felt numb and somewhat unusual. Very unusual, to be precise. Everything felt different. Good different or bad different, I'm not sure.

I felt like I'm in a new body, a new person. I felt much more relaxed than earlier, the reason still remains unknown.

"Lady, you okay?" I heard a voice ask.

I didn't reply, well, because I didn't feel the need to. That, and I didn't want to waste any more energy. Besides, my mouth felt dry. Like I haven't had water in ages.

To be honest, I don't remember the last drink I had. Do I have memory loss?

Hope not.

I managed to sit up against the wall behind me.

"Water..." I croaked, my voice hoarse.

Do I have a sore throat? Or cough? I don't remember having either of them.

I heard shuffling noises near me, which surprised me. I didn't realize that there was someone here. Hopefully, whoever they are, choose to help me.