Deaths a release... Not a punishment.

The nurse's steps echoed in my head, my nightmare again! My blood pressure went high as I saw the shot laughing at me, almost teasing my fortune...
She entered the dark room, and I pretended to be asleep, trying to avoid that huge syringe, with its yellow liquid inside. My blood had tasted it before, a strange feeling all over my body for the next few hours after taking the shot. As the liquid ran inside me, it used to make me feel bad sensations. In one second, it was feeling like if I was a freezing iceberg, in another, like boiling lava. Shot after shot, the pain was getting stronger. Each time, I felt even weaker. Only weakness, I couldn't even dream about fighting the power that that syringe contained. My forehead burning, eyes swelling, bones seemed to break. When that happened, trying to move was a total waste of time and strength.
She stopped in front of my bed and looked up at the file fixed at its bottom. I felt like that syringe was addressed to me, although she passed by and bent down over the bed next to mine. The boy shuddered as the needle touched his skin. I thought about how horrible it was to wake up with a needle digging the flesh, leaving the poison inside us. I turned myself quietly, to watch what that nurse was doing, as if I was moving while dreaming. I could barely open my eyes, still affected of the sleeping pill of yesterday. She was administering some sort of drug to the boy next to me.
Suddenly, the nurse turned around, approaching her face to mine. She was so close; I could feel her trimmed breath. She stared at me for at least two minutes, when I was trying to seem as quiet and calm as I could: breathing in, breathing out, always the same rhythm. She looked to the thin strings that were tying me to bed, probably checking if they were well tied up.

Strangely, I felt my legs being set free, as she removed the strings. She opened my mouth and let a tablet inside; maybe she was thinking I would swallow it. But I haven't done as she wanted to. Instead of leaving me alone, she pressed my nose and covered my mouth with her other hand. I quickly understood that she wouldn't take them off unless I had swollen then pill. And so I did. I closed my eyes and tried to hold on, without a clue of what could happen next. A furious pain ravaged my head and I began to feel sleepy.
When I opened my eyes, I only saw light. My eyes had a hard time when adapting themselves to the lights. I was stuck on a chair, my arms tied up with handcuffs. I saw that nurse again - her eyes immersed in a lake of tears -, and a middle-aged man. I dissimulated the fact that I was awake, the blonde nurse was walking nervously around me.
- She was awake... She saw everything. The syringe, the drugs. She wanted to spill the tablet, sir. - She said.
- I told you to be careful, didn't I? - informed the middle-aged man.
- Yes, sir, but...
- There are no buts. You will pay the consequences. But now... We have to neutralize this little accident, or else we'll have to deal with this young lady in a few hours. There are many chances that she knows everything about the deadly virus we have implanted on her - and on everyone else. Can you imagine what could happen if people outside heard about this? No one can know we use those silly kids to serve us as lab rats. Do you understand? If somebody knows about this, our plan will be ruined and this hospital will be no use, then. Not even to cure a headache, or that old lady's backache in the second floor! We will lose all our credibility. The virus must work until the end of the winter. It's a shame we have to kill this lady, but we cannot take another risk.
I stopped to pretend that I was asleep.
- You're crazy! - I shouted, struggling hard with that chair, hoping it would break or open my handcuffs, but it was useless. The metal was hurting my wrists. The chair swung, however it didn't broke into at least two pieces, as I wanted. - You're totally insane!
- I am a skilful scientist, - he said, spiting his words - that's why I offer you a scientific death.
I felt something piercing my body; they were injecting some painful shot. Quick death was waiting for me. Running through my veins, the poison was doing its job. What was it like, to die? Pain, pain, pain! Couldn't I know any other kind of feeling? The virus was eating me inside, the same sensations as the nurse's shots used to bring me. It was angry, it wanted its revenge, and it wanted me to pay for all the time that I've resisted its attacks... I was so weak, my head hanging from my neck; I had lost all my strengths. My body was throbbing, the virus consuming me, it wanted me to die. I was dying, all my body wasn't responding to my orders, I was almost shouting at it to move, to ignore the poison, the pain, everything.
I went almost open-mouthed when I realized the pain had disappeared. Wasn't I dead? They were laughing around me. Yes, I was dead. Or at least, my body was; I moved my hands, they were free from the handcuffs; I could get up and reach the door, run away! But... What was that? I was leaving the room, but I was still tied up to the chair. There was two of me!
He was there, too. The man at the other side of the room. He was wearing black clothes, which were making him standing out in the middle of the doctors, because they were all in white. He was the only one that was watching the real me. Not to the dead body, as the rest of them were doing, but to the living spirit near the door. He walked in my direction and when e arrived, he sat on the ground. I did likewise. We stayed there, watching the others. They were running all over the place, erasing all the evidences that could proof my murder.
- You see... - the man said - They're always in a hurry. They cannot understand that death is a release, not a punishment.

Img: Natalie a.k.a BlueBlack

(I ought to say that this is a very old (about one year old, meh!) text... some sort of crappy composition we had to work on and then read it for the class. But still, I haven't read it (coz the teacher forgot to ask us to read... what kind of teacher forgets THIS? Who on earth forgets ART? Okay, okay. This is not Art. It's just a silly X-Files style old text.), so... if there are mistakes unleashed out there... blame HER!)