Day 2
My head is spliting, I cant
focus on anything. The cot I am laying on is wet with sweat. The room
is dark and I cant make out where I am.
“Is everything ok?”
“No, now leave me alone.”
The voice begins to talk
then stops. I cant do anything else but hold my head. The pain is
unbearable, what the hell is going on.
“Is your head hurting?”
“No im constipated, so
leave me to my business”
“I'm only here to help
fighting me will not solve anything.”
“i'm not fighting you if
you were in the with me I would be fighting you”
I let out a loud scream the
pain is growing, what the hell did they do to me? My hed is burning
hot I cant even hold my hands against my head.
“What did you do to me?”
“What do you mean?”
“Dont play dumb what was
the injection for.”
“I'm sorry I cant dicuss
that with you.”
“Why the hell not?”
“If the serum doesnt work
then you are free to leave. If I tell you what is it suppose to do
then you can never leave.”
“You must think im an idiot. You have any intention of letting me leave
regardless.”
“uh” the voice stutters
“ that's not true”
“Of course its not, by
the way im the king of england.”
“I am really only here to
help”
the pain in my head is
growing worse as my vision blurs
“Alright I need something
to stop this headache”
“Can you describe the
pain?”
“Yeah it hurts really
bad, now get me something to stop it.”
“Do you feel any other
sensations?”
“If your not going to
help me with my headache then im not talking.”
I curl up on the cot. I
cant take it anymore.
"Are any of you body parts numb?"
“HELP ME!”
“Ok i'm sending someone
right away just remain calm.”
“You want me to calm
down, ill show you clam.”
the cot jumps a few inches off the ground.
“What was that” the
voice eagerly asks
I dont responsed. What the
hell made the cot jump? Is there someone in the room with me?
“Are you ok?” The voice mumbles things that i cant make out
I begin feeling under my
bed for any sign of another person. That was werid. The light from
the door opening jolts me up. Infront of me is a armed guard with a
gun pointed at me.
“Stay on your cot” he
shouts
Behind him a man with a
tray appears he cautionsly walks towards me with the tray. He puts it
down at the end of my cot and walks backwards out the door.
“That should help with
your head”
I quickly down the pills
and water.
“Why do you have an armed
guard?”
“Its for your
protection.”
“Really then why was his
gun pointed at me?”
“That will be all for
today.”
I feel the prick on my wrist again. I welcome it today, anything to stop this headache. When
I wake ill figure out what happened with the cot and why the two
where afriad of me the prisoner. The pain stops as I smile to sleep.