Feeling my heart constrict, again forcing all the air out of my lungs, I punched my left hand against the bedroom-bathroom adjoining wall. "Damn it-" I coughed. Barely able to speak without losing consciousness. "It's not fair-" I complained in my head that was still tragically weighing the two available options I had. Punching the wall again as my right hand still clung to the skin above my breast and over my heart. "It is not fair-" Bending over into a fetal position both of my hands now grasping for my heart that was in agonizing pain from my scorching back I again heaved for air.
Before I felt the last grip of my conscious slip away from me, a familiar voice spoke. The male's voice ringing in my left ear. "What's wrong you damn brat?! Are you in pain again?" Lifting my head up while fighting against the urge to slip away, I barely made out the figure standing beside me. His knees bent, so he could be still standing over me yet also at my eye level. "Shall I make it go away?" Making out the figure as the same man that was just in my horrid nightmare, I quickly reacted. Throwing myself back against the wall before trying to stand myself up, I tried to prepare for what I knew instinctively was a needle full of unwanted painkillers. But my poor body collapsed once more, falling back on top of my knees, I attempted to bellow out in pain. Before I could get a single note out of my throat to fearfully call for help, I felt his hand's grip around my mouth. Mumbling my voice, while now straddling over the top of my dressed body forcing to fall flat along the hard floor. "Shhhh- we don't want them to hear us." He stated before taking a quick pause. "Now sit still, 0497! This will only hurt for a little bit." I overheard the cursed Doctor shout at me in the same low tone he usually did when I had made him mad. Staring at his scarred face, into those lifeless sadistic blue-green eyes of his I felt the prick of the needle strike at one of my unprotected veins. Quickly losing the will to struggle against him I pitifully allowed the undesired drugs to enter my veins, flowing through my bloodstream on the way to my nerves shutting off the pain signals that were going towards my brain. "That's it, just relax and sleep. It will all be over with shortly, stupid child."
"You aren't here-" I questioned my head. "You are not here!" I again told myself, "There is no way that they would let you get passed those front doors. Not without giving you a fight-" Stopping when I remember the last vivid nightmare I had. Remembering the footsteps and the sounds and scents of others in that Mansion, I then worriedly thought, "No! There was no way." Trying to calm myself down while I had indeed started to feel the pain in my back begin to fade, I knew that through my drugged body I had to find a way to fight them. As my mind argued passing out into the drug-induced slumber, I had regained control over my breathing, and had begun the next step: trying to overcome the cruel and abusive Doctor Masters.
Patiently pretending that the drugs were working their way through my blood system, I waited for the weight of his heavy frame to stand up off my body. Feeling his hand push off my mouth, then move under my chin so he could 'professionally' evaluate the percentage of my conscious that was still awake, I proceeded to count the seconds it took him to remove the hand from around my neck area. I knew in the past it took him about ten seconds to evaluate the condition I was in, so I just counted them inside my fear-ridden head.
When the tenth second had finally succumbed I decided now was the time to fight back. Feeling the grip release I shot my eyes open. Through with the pretending, I commanded my legs to work. Using the wall as my guide while my weakened legs now tried to persuade my demanding mind to not push the limbs.
"Still have fight in you, huh 0497?" Doctor Masters cockily barked to me. "I wonder how well you will be able to fight me when you can hardly stand up at all…"
Smiling back at him, I noticed that something seemed off now about his presence. Starting to see through his lab-coat wearing body, I finally spoke up in between my returning breath, "You are not here. You are just another figment of my wearing mind. A sign of my steadily losing sanity." While the memories of that cruel cursing man faded away, I continued to speak aloud, reinforcing my thoughts, "You are not here! You nor your hired Hunters and Guards are here at this place!" Straightening up my back as the numbing sensation in my legs faded away, "You will never reach this place, nor will I ever let you ever hurt them like you did to me." Taking a long deep breath and slowly closing my eyes for a quick second, I repeated the sentence in my head. Telling myself it was okay to trust the statement, to believe in the statement, even if I knew deep down in my heart that it was not one hundred percent proof, it was all I had.
With the final resemblance of Masters finally vanishing into the shadows of the setting sun I turned myself around to face the large arched floor-to-ceiling Victorian window. Feeling its last warm rays punching its way into my skin, I took another settling deep breath. Standing there in the middle of my room for a few minutes soothing my rapidly beating heart as my pale-like skin was still absorbing the basking light, I tranquilly observed the Sun exchange its watch with its rivaled brother, the calmly lit Moon. The colors in the sky were as breath-taking as the nightmare I had just endured. Watching the orange rays turn to a soft white, I proceeded to contemplate my next move recalling that just like the Moon whose job was to observe the world it watched over, I too had a job. One I was dreading to partake in.
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