aaaaaaaaaaaaaahhh!! i actually stuck with a story, what do ya know
anyway, this is the second part to my storyy 'Sue'!
//part two - files.
...
11:00am
Beep, beep, beep. The sharp, annoying noise rang in my ears as I sat, alone in the room, numb and frozen still. My vision was blurred as I'd been injected with numerous questionable substances within the lastest 12 hours I could probably faint, or at least fall asleep for a long while. But I didn't, for I had a plan to discover the secrets of the mysterious log, which Mary-Rose had locked away in a drawer across the room. Suddenly, the yellow lights flickered and the eerie hospital room flashed jet black.
"POWER CUT!" yelled a far-away voice from the hall.
With the darkness encasing the hospital, I couldn't even crawl across the room to the cabinet, nevermind steal the files with my supposed life story inside. Mary-Rose, carrying a large, burning candle, arrived in my room ready to inject my daily poison
(or so they called it, 'medicine').
"Oh hello, dearest." she said, innocently in her soft but thick southern accent.
"I have your medicine, sweetie, so just lay there while I give you it, okay?"
There it was again - medicine. I knew this 'medicine' wasn't helping me, I knew I wasn't sick. But I went along with it for as long as I could. Then once more, the dark, icky liquid was sucked up into the needle, but this time, when it pricked my fair skin, I didn't fall straight to sleep - I just pretended to.
12:00pm
By now, Mary-Rose had long left my room and I was left with the files locked in the cabinet. When I opened my eyes, I was met with the yellow lights and realised the power cut must've been fixed during the time I was in bed. I spied the keys across the room and moved to grab them off of the side table; however, I was held back by thick wires tying my legs and arms to the bed. Try as I might, I couldn't budge them and I was stuck. Then, I had a bright idea. I moved the keys with my finger and got them close enough to grab them. I them sliced the wires with my key and jumped up from the hard hospital bed. I opened up the drawer and found the thick leather log with a long sticker saying 'Sue Cullen - patient #0024' but as I picked at the sticker, I soon discovered it said not 'patient #0024' but 'test subject #0024'. What mess had I got myself into? ...
anyway, this is the second part to my storyy 'Sue'!
//part two - files.
...
11:00am
Beep, beep, beep. The sharp, annoying noise rang in my ears as I sat, alone in the room, numb and frozen still. My vision was blurred as I'd been injected with numerous questionable substances within the lastest 12 hours I could probably faint, or at least fall asleep for a long while. But I didn't, for I had a plan to discover the secrets of the mysterious log, which Mary-Rose had locked away in a drawer across the room. Suddenly, the yellow lights flickered and the eerie hospital room flashed jet black.
"POWER CUT!" yelled a far-away voice from the hall.
With the darkness encasing the hospital, I couldn't even crawl across the room to the cabinet, nevermind steal the files with my supposed life story inside. Mary-Rose, carrying a large, burning candle, arrived in my room ready to inject my daily poison
(or so they called it, 'medicine')."Oh hello, dearest." she said, innocently in her soft but thick southern accent.
"I have your medicine, sweetie, so just lay there while I give you it, okay?"
There it was again - medicine. I knew this 'medicine' wasn't helping me, I knew I wasn't sick. But I went along with it for as long as I could. Then once more, the dark, icky liquid was sucked up into the needle, but this time, when it pricked my fair skin, I didn't fall straight to sleep - I just pretended to.
12:00pm
By now, Mary-Rose had long left my room and I was left with the files locked in the cabinet. When I opened my eyes, I was met with the yellow lights and realised the power cut must've been fixed during the time I was in bed. I spied the keys across the room and moved to grab them off of the side table; however, I was held back by thick wires tying my legs and arms to the bed. Try as I might, I couldn't budge them and I was stuck. Then, I had a bright idea. I moved the keys with my finger and got them close enough to grab them. I them sliced the wires with my key and jumped up from the hard hospital bed. I opened up the drawer and found the thick leather log with a long sticker saying 'Sue Cullen - patient #0024' but as I picked at the sticker, I soon discovered it said not 'patient #0024' but 'test subject #0024'. What mess had I got myself into? ...