New Life

Date: 7/8/2018

I was me, only I was older, about 20. I was covered in burn scars all around my left arm and up the left side of my face, even though I don’t have any in real life. I was walking through the woods, the kind of woods where everything is brown, the leaves were brown, the ground was covered in dead leaves, and it crunched every time I took a step. So when I heard someone else stepping on the leaves behind me I froze and turned around. I looked back just in time to see someone in a mask, like a bland mask that’s just white and has no expression, strike me in the side of the head with a rock. I got knocked out, and when I woke up I was strapped down on one of the cart things being wheeled through some sort of facility. The interior looked like a hospital, with those bright lights on the ceiling. The guy wheeling me was wearing the same mask as the one who hit me, but his shoulders weren’t as broad. We turned and entered a room but since I was strapped all I saw was the ceiling so I don’t know what the room looked like. By then I was talking and shouting at the man and telling him to let me go. He put surgical mask over his normal one and said, “Shhhh. . . Don’t be scared. This is your new life.” Even through his two masks I could tell he smiled at me. He took out a giant syringe filled with clear liquid and stuck it in the vain in my arm. I got knocked out instantly. I came two while I was still strapped to the chair, which I don’t think was supposed to happen. I tried to yell but all that came out was a really slow and slurred “Please. . . Why. . .” The doctor noticed I had woken up and used his finger to shut my eyes, and I was out again. When I woke up I was in a cell, but a nice one. Also, I was wearing a hospital gown. I was lying on a bed with no blankets and the whole room was padded and white, and one of the walls was made of glass and had a sliding door in it to a hallway. The on the other side of the hallway was another cell parallel to mine, and the cells on both sides stretched farther than I could see. The cell across from me had a girl in it, she looked about twelve or thirteen. Her head was shaved and the was missing her left arm. I felt my head, my hair was still there, and my arm was too, which meant she looked like that before she got put in here. She was wearing the same hospital gown I was and had an IV too, but she didn’t have a mask. I had an IV in my right arm (the non-scarred one) and it lead to one of those things you pull around with you. The bag was filled up with that same clear fluid. I got up but my legs buckled and I fell smack on my face, luckily the floor was padded. I struggled to stand and I wobbled over to the sliding door, but even though I pulled with all my might I couldn’t get it open. I started banging on the door and yelling at the top of my lungs, but the girl with one arm started to cry. I stopped screaming because I felt bad for her and I said “Hey, I’m sorry, I’m gonna get us out.” Even though I had no clue how. She just sat down on the floor and slowly stopped crying. Even though I couldn’t see the cells next to me I could see the cell on the left of the girl with one arm had a teenage boy with red hair, lots of freckles, and a hole where his right eye should be. The cell on the other side was empty. Then a bell rang, like in school, and I heard a door open. Then I heard people talking happily. A family walked down the hallway, there was a little girl, a little boy, and a mom and a dad. They were all wearing those masks. The little girl ran in front and she was looking in all the cages, she saw the girl across from me and stopped. She gasped and said “Ooooh! Mommy Mommy can we PLEAASE get that one? PLEAAASE!” The rest of the family caught up and looked in the cage too. The Mom said, “Hmm. . . Well, it is pretty cute. . . Sure!” And pulled a card out of her purse. She put the card in a little slot and the door unlocked and opened. The little girl backed up in her cell and started crying some more. She said, “Please, please I have a family they’re gonna miss me please don’t hurt me please.” The dad walked over to the IV pole and pressed a button at the top. The liquid shot down the tube and into the little girl’s arm and she got knocked out. Then the dad picked her up and the mom pushed the IV thing while the kids cheered. I desperately tried to pull the needle out of my own arm but it wouldn’t budge. I heard my door unlock and I looked up. A young couple walked into my cell, still wearing the masks and slowly walked towards me. The woman was like “Hey there, no no it’s ok don’t be scared. I’m not gonna hurt you.” I backed up but I hit the corner of my cell. I said, “Stay away from me! Leave me alone!” The man laughed and turned to the woman and said, “It’s so cute. I wonder what it’s saying. I wonder what it could tell us if it could talk.” Even though I clearly just talked. The woman had gotten right up close to me and she reached out and caressed my face. She said “We’re gonna take you home. You’re gonna have a new life.” Then she pressed the button and the last thing I did was scream “NO NO NO NO NO” before everything went black. Then I woke up in real life.