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Just continue on with the story-- no plot rules or anything, just use your imagination I guess. K, here goes: My eyes are already closed. My breathing has slowed down. I am just on the border of being asleep when I feel a searing pain in my neck, like no pain I've ever felt before. I can't scream, I'm too scared, but my face scrunches up. It doesn't stop. I try to turn my head, but the pain worsens. Am I dying? Then it goes away. I would expect to feel something of my torment. I sit up and look around my dark room. Nothing. I bring my hand to my seemingly fine neck. Only two tiny little scabs are left.
Even as I'm touching the two small scabs I can feel them shriveling and disappearing, until my neck is fine- it's as if nothing has happened to me. But something has and I can feel it in me, in every part of me. I feel more aware, my senses are all on fire. I can hear my heart beating. It's faster than usual, pounding hard and loud in my chest. I'm also cold, freezing actually and a shiver runs through me at the same time that I hear.......
Then suddenly, it all stops just as soon as it began. I reach for my neck to feel smooth skin. I sigh loudly, letting my arm fall to my side. I take in a deep breath but before I release it I stop. Somewhere, not to far, I can hear something rustling.I can feel my senses becoming stronger as I listen closer. Then, I am overwelmed by the ear splitting sound of breaking glass
Just as I am almost asleep again, my entire body begins to feel very heavy. I immediately snap up from the bed and then, suddenly, I felt completely normal again. I walked to the mirror just in case, though. I don't know whether it was because I was in shock or for some other reason, but when I saw my reflection, I couldn't make any sound. My face, no, my entire body was not human anymore. The only things I knew about the situation were that this was not a dream, and I was no longer Layla Mercury. (I accept all feedback, or continuations to the story.)
I tried to think, to remember even a slight sliver of who i really was, but the result was a dizzy light headed feeling followed by an astounding amount of pain. Maybe, when I was less sleepy....
I walk out into the hallway. My little brother is watching TV. I can see every vain pulsing in his neck, his arm, his face. Every blood vessel. I instinctively get closer, crouching, like an animal. I stalk him until I'm right above him. He watches, unnoticing. I get prepared to attack. Then stop myself. What am I doing??
i continue standing there, trying to understand the strange feelings and impulses I feel, slowing to a halt. "Hey sis" i jump with a start as big questioning eyes stare up at me in wonder
"so...what's going on?" he asks
I rub my temple and sit down next to him
"I just...feel...a little wweird..."I say, staring at him. None of his veins were calling out to me this time.
"Oh, i can explain that," he said sitting up and looking me in the eye.
I look directly at him, expecting a great answer that will lead me some where, to help me understand it all.
"Ok," he says" It's hormones" then, he turns away with a grin, and oes back to watching tv
Almost as soon as I stop myself, I begin to get the urge again. But I can't, I'm a human girl, aren't I. I go back to bed, but sleep seems like a foreign thing. As I am walking around, something feels...off about me. I go to the mirror and stare at my reflection. If I had emotion anymore, I would be in shock. I was right when I said I was no longer Layla Mercury. I wasn't even human anymore. I knew this wasn't an accident, and it wasn't going to go away anytime soon.
Not knowing what else to do, i grabed my jacket and peeked through the window, wondering if my unhumsn self would let me survive that jump.Nah, I did'nt want to take that chance, even though its on the same floor as the front door, the hill gives it extra height.instead, i tried to sneak out by my brother, through the door...impossible
What can stop me? What can stop my urge to attack him? It was a thought that plagued my mind as I creeped out of the back door. My own self-control astonished me, but I can olnly hold on to sanity for so long. How long would that be? Would it be possible to get out the back door and run. No, not run. Not as I know it. Run away on the support of four limbs. I won't be able to take this confinement much longer. I need to get out quickly.
Before any other urges filled me, i sprinted out of the door. I did'nt look back, i did'nt even think to watch where I was going. I just kept running until my chest burned and the short gasps that came through hurt. So I collapsed on the grass and tried to catch my breath
I awoke on the grass. It was easy to regain awareness. Once my entire body was awake, I began to get an odd feeling. Like it was normal to be there on the grass, natural. Then I got an incredible feeling of paranoia, which caused an almost overwhelming rush of Adrenaline. More urges were starting to rise, and they became more severe.
Maybe I should just let it happen, a voice whispered in my head as I began to sweat and feell my heart rate increase. NO! Another voice screamed, fight it! And I tried, I really tried. I struggled to sit up, but the urges overwelmed me and it seemed like gravity increaced buy a lot. It didnt matter how hard I fought. This was going to happen.
Suddenly, the whole world disappeared. It was me and one other human. He looked about twenty-three years old. I had reached the edge. I could no longer control the urge. There was no turning back. I had lost all emotion, all empathy. There was only one word I could think of. Kill.
I jumped up quickly, somewhat of a crazy flip from a movie. Landing on my feet I sprinted. I never hesitated, it was like being on autopilot except now i was some strange animal like being. Vefore he could scream i had pounced, making him fall to the ground. The fear on his face made my blood pulse more. I don't understand what was going on but I would along ith it anyway.
Because it felt good
It felt good. That was something I hadn't thought about yet. It felt good to look down and see the corpse, the life gone from this man. This isn't normal, but it just feels so right, so good to lose control and let go of my human side.
And yet, though the pain has gone, another kind of torment has begun. I feel the coldness seep through my veins as my mind slowly darkens in response. The drugs make my heart heavy as lead, the double dose of hatred a fire to my already thick depression. And though I try to remember the dreams I was going to have, all I can think now is that I wish I could have loved one last time. The ice consumes me completely and all is dark.
When I awoke the world seemed completely dark. There was but a single light directly above me that I saw when I looked up. When it shone, it revealed strong metal bars all around me. What's going on?
There was also a piece of paper on the enclosure. I read it. It said "Test Subject Four, Phase Three Entered, Scheduled for Anatomical Observation May 12, 2013, Scheduled for Deep Psychological Evaluation May 7, 2013." There was also a red line on the bottom of the paper. What could that mean?