The Rhyme of the Crows

~~"One for sorrow,
two for mirth,
three for funeral,
four for birth,
five for silver,
six for gold,
and seven for a secret never to be told."~~
Then the screams started.


8. Chapter 8

 They walked me to a room numbered with a five. I thrashed around, trying to escape, but trying was useless; the ropes were too tight, as well as their grasps on them. I saw a chair, with straps on it in every direction. This would be the chair to strap me in and make me feel the pain the other inmates told me about.

 I thrashed more. I will fight this. I don't have a choice; I either fight it or become insane like the others. I can't deal with that. The one holding my wrists pulled me into a sitting position in the chair. They strapped my wrists to the armholds. I kicked my legs, hitting one of them in the neck. They blubbered, then slapped me across the face. As the two tried to strap my legs down, I let out a scream. 

 The one I kicked in the face grabbed a ball gag, tying it onto my face. I screamed again, muffled. They got one leg strapped onto the chair leg, so I kicked one in the face. The one that gagged me put straps on my forehead and jaw, holding my head back. They got my other leg down. I struggled as they put the strap across my stomach, completely holding me in.

 I couldn't move. Three of the guards exited, and a nurse came in. Her pale blond hair was stacked upon her head, and she carried a black case. She set it down on the side table, pulling out a syringe full of a green liquid. The guard stood in the corner watching me, but soon left the room. The nurse rubbed the antiseptic on my neck, sticking the needle above the vein. I looked at her, right in the eyes, and she looked back. She didn't look pitiful, not sorry or sad, but mad. Like she hated me. Her glance was full of a malice that was unknown to me.

 Without looking regretful, she plunged the needle into the side of my neck. She closed her case and walked out when I cried out in pain. The edges of the room swayed. Were those blinking lights there before? Everything is out of focus, a haze settling in. I don't feel like myself. Why am I here? Where am I anyways? Wha-what's happening? I can't feel my legs. Now my arms. I want to sleep. Can I sleep? I haven't slept since I got here. I haven't been peaceful since I've gotten here, either. My body feels like it's full of lead. My eyelids droop. Just five more minutes. 

J-just fi-five more m-m-minutes.....






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