They dragged me towards a metal door. Panic built up in my throat and I let out a pricing scream. The two suited men on either side of me tightened their grip and continued on as if they hadn’t heard me. My breath came out in shallow gasps, my throat tight and dry.

“Let go of me!” I tried to yank myself away from them, but my attempt didn’t make a difference; they were too strong.

Tears formed in the corners of my eyes, and my jelly-like legs shook. The building was like nothing I had ever seen before, I wasn’t sure how I had managed to wind up here, but instinct told me it was not for a good reason. My memory was a blur.

“What are you going to do to me?” I whimpered.

The men didn’t answer.

They continued to drag me down the white hallway. I didn’t have the will to fight anymore, it seemed pointless.

Metal doors were opened to reveal a large room, a steel table placed in the middle. The men forced my legs toward the threatening table, one wrapped his arms around my waist, and sat me on top of the its surface.

“Lay down,” The other man demanded.

Obediently, I followed his instruction. I couldn’t stop the tears that streamed down my cheeks, or the tumors that shook my body. What are they going to do to me? I shuttered again, my mind imagining the worst.

I closed my eyes, praying that this was a bad dream and I would soon wake up, but a terrible click forced them open again. I tried to move my hand, only to realize it was strapped down to the table. I couldn’t move any part of my body.

“What are you doing?” I cried, more gruesome scenes flashing through my mind.

Ignoring me again, the men walked away, slamming the door behind them.

Despite my dry throat, I began to yell. I yelled until my throat felt raw.

After what felt like hours, a man with dark hair entered. His feet tapped against the tile as he walked towards me. Two nurses followed close behind, one held a syringe.

I began to hyperventilate, I was terrified of needles. They brought the dreaded point closer to my exposed arm. “Please no, no, no.” I cried, “What do you want?

“Don’t worry Serenity.” The black haired man said. My body tensed, how did he know my name? “You’ll only feel a slight pinch.”

The nurse came closer, I looked at her with pleading eyes, tears continued to fall. “No please, you don’t understand I can’t. I can’t get needles, please don’t.”

“It’ll be okay sweetie,” the nurse said to me. I flinched as she moved the needle closer to my skin, and moved my head away from the man and nurses. I couldn’t watch. I whimpered as I felt the sharp point dig into the crook of my arm. The cooling sensation of the liquid being injected spread throughout my arm. I let out a rough breath as the point was removed from my arm.

Then everything went black.

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