Innocent Little Irish Boy -Septiplier-

Part 25

Bright lights hanging over my face flood my vision white before I had a chance to open my eyes. I couldn't move with the strong force I'm using to pull myself away from the bed but my arms and legs don't seem to budge, I'm held down by leather straps, limiting what I can really do. Fortunately, I could lift my head up and finally see as my eyes adjusted to the brightness of this unfamiliar room. I feel my heart beat faster and faster. I want to get out, why am I so weak?! I grunt and struggle more and more. 

"Subject 1, calm down" the speaker from the ceiling spoke. 

The voice from the speaker rang in my ears. It hurt like hell as I pulled harder and harder at the straps, to break free but the sound of a door opening and the small pinching feel of a needle being stabbed into my neck made everything feel okay. My heart calmed but my vision was blurry and what seemed to be a scientist leaned over and was faded in my vision.  I didn't know anyone here, I couldn't identify his face but his hair was a dirty blonde color.

My eyes began to feel heavy and I began to panic again. Gritting my teeth I try to lift my head up again to shake the effect off myself but the feeling of the scientists hand on my shoulder softly pushing me back down calmed me once again. 

"Detta för ska passera..." The gritty voiced man spoke. (Translate: This too shall pass) 

It was long before I felt the pinching feel in my neck again and woke up again instantly. The green bits of my hair hanged in front of my eyes, shifting as I sat up from lying on my side. No straps... I rubbed the red marks on my wrist from pulling so damn hard and sit up straight only to bang my head hard against another metal bed that happens to be the top bunk.  I grit my pointed teeth and groan, trying not to be loud or cuss, not know what the consequences would be for being loud. 

I heard the sound of heavy leather boots rub against a squeaky bed, instantly freezing. Someone is in here with me. I'm too scared to move, too scared to do anything but I take everything in me to slowly stand up and look over at who may be on the top bunk. 

I cant breath. I cant move. Why is he here. Am I stuck in hell. No No NO! I cant stay in here with him!!! 

Get ̨m̀e͢ o͟u̵t!!҉! ͘I͟ ̕c͢a͞nt s̡t̨ay͝ ͜h̷er͡e!̧!!!

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