The Lab

4

I woke up to the sound of clanking, metal on metal. It was dark still I must have cried myself to sleep, I don't know if it's morning or night. Not that I was able to before but now it felt important. What time is it? What day is it? Where the hell am I?

This is all my fault.

He did it for me. He did it so they wouldn't take me. He got so violent, they probably killed him.

I dropped to the floor with my back against the glass and began to sob uncontrollably.

If he's dead it's my fault. I'm so stupid. I shouldn't have fought them.

I felt so stupid.

Rocking back and forth hitting my head against the glass harder and harder each time. I needed to feel the pain. I deserved to die.

I was so mad. Mad at myself. Mad at the world. Mad at Ash. How dare he? Risk his life for mine?

I pounded my hand against the concrete floor.

I got up, I felt like I couldn't breathe.

I can't do this. Not without Ash.

"SOMEBODY HELP ME!" I screamed as loud as I could. I couldn't feel anything but anger, sadness, hopelessness. I couldn't see where in the room I was. "HELP ME!" I started swinging, hitting whatever I could, myself included. I kicked the metal frame and immediately regretted it. I felt my ankle rip open and the warmth of my blood covered my exposed feet. I needed more I sank my nails deeper into the cut. It hurt so bad I yelled but it didn't matter I was worthless and going to die anyway.

There was a clank, the lights turned on and the door opened. Three men rushed in before I could react one grabbed me, pressing my arms behind my back in a painful way. There was a sharp sting in my neck and then everything went black.