Forgotten Dreams

Chapter Two: The Mistake

     I opened my eyes, blinking slowly while they adjusted to the light before looking around the small, dark room I was in. It was cold and smelled sterile like a hospital would smell like. There was a small dresser in one corner and a metal table that was covered in all sorts of tools. I looked down and myself.

    There were straps holding my arms and legs down and I was wearing a faded, blue hospital gown. There was a tube in my arm connected to a bag of sapphire blue liquid. I heard voices in the distance but didn't recognize them. My vision started to get blurry, the voices suddenly sounded very distant. I slowly lost all of my senses until there was nothing but darkness.

    I awoke sometime later. The room was the same, but this time there were doctors dressed in blue robes staring at me. I tried to scream but no sound came out. The doctors untied my arms and legs and removed the tube in my arm. I lay there staring at the ceiling as the doctors pressed some buttons on a big machine in the corner and left the room.

    I soon got bored and sat up, surveying my surroundings. The room looked the same as before. The tools were on the metal table and the dresser was still in the corner. The only difference was that there was a jar with some sort of organ in it and the tools were covered in blood. I stood and slowly made my way over to the door, my feet unsteady as I made my way across the small room. There was a file sitting on a small table near the door and I picked it up.

    “Paige H. Burgett” I mumbled and flipped the file open. I skimmed through the writing on the inside. “Parts of brain removed to prevent magical abilities,” the writing said. I gasped in horror, dropping the file and stumbled backward.

    The tools. The blood. The jar. It all made sense now. I remembered why I was here. The school, the kids I killed, the people in robes. I was here because I was supposed to die, but I didn't. They brought me here because they were afraid of me. My mind raced and I scrambled for the door. I pulled hard on the handle.

    “Locked” I growled in frustration and pulled harder. Blue sparks danced down my arms to the doorknob and melted it. I pulled my hand back in fear. My magic. It was still here and still just as strong as before. I looked from my hands to the door and gasped in shock. The door had melted too. I ran out the door. Alarms sounded and I ran faster. I had to escape from this place. The alarms grew louder as I neared a door.

    “This must be the way out,” I said to myself. Suddenly, a metal wall began to close over the door. I ran as fast as I could and rolled under the metal, barely making it to the other side before the metal slammed down to the ground with such a force that if I were to have been under it when it closed, it would have crushed me. I stood and turned away from the door to find that I was surrounded. The doctors and nurses cornered me.

    I had nowhere to run. My only hope was my magic. I focused on the magic that flowed through my veins and allowed it to come forth. I felt a small glowing orb of blue light form in the palms of my hands and diverted my focus to it. I felt it grow larger and stronger with each passing second. I suddenly hurled the orbs at the doctors and they all froze in place. I hesitated for a moment and looked at them with a mixture of awe and fear.

    “I did this?”. I muttered in awe. After a moment, I shook my head and pushed past them, sprinting for the exit. The alarms grew louder, to an almost unbearable level and doctors started shooting at me with strange-looking darts. Suddenly I was surrounded by a force field made of blue light. I paused for a moment in shock, but soon remembered that I was trying to escape. I sprinted down the long hallway to the exit. My mother stepped out from around the corner and I ran to her. She opened her arms to me and I leaped into them. “Mom” I sobbed

    “You're okay” I hugged her tighter. She smiled and I felt a slight prick in my shoulder. I released her and reached around to my shoulder, confused. I looked back at my mother and gasped. In her hand was a syringe. My own mother had betrayed me. My head started to cloud up, i couldn't think straight. The alarms suddenly sounded very distant. “I'm sorry” was the last thing i heard before I collapsed, unconscious, onto the floor. I awoke sometime later to a blinding light.

    “Am I dead?” I asked and jumped when I heard a laugh coming from my right. I looked to my right and there was a person there. I couldn't tell who, everything was too blurry. The person stepped forward. My mother. She had tears in her eyes and was holding my hand. My head hurt and I reached a hand up to touch it but pulled my hand back as I felt something brush against my hand. I felt again. I knew what this was. I remembered it from when I broke my arm after falling off the swing set at my old human school.

    Memories flooded back to me. The jar, the tools, the blood, the file. They really had removes parts of my brain in hopes to remove my magic. It hadn't worked. They knew that now and there was no way that they were going to let my getaway. I propped myself up on my elbows and looked around the room. It was different than the last one.

    Everything was metal. The door was metal and had a keypad next to it. The walls were metal, even the ceiling and floor was metal. There were tools on a small table next to the bed I laid in. They were covered in fresh blood and I knew that they had tried the operation again. I silently prayed that I still had my magic and I felt a small spark in my palm. I smiled. It was still here. My mother was watching me with tears in her eyes.

    `“I’m so sorry Paige’.” she choked. “I thought that it was for your own good.” At first, I had thought that she was talking about injecting the stuff into me but then realized that she was talking about the attempted execution.

    “You tried to get me killed” I murmured and she sobbed slightly. “I knew that no one could ever love me. Who could ever love me, the half-breed, the freak, the mistake?” “Paige” my mom sobbed.

    “Paige, please. Don't be like this. I do love you” I rolled my eyes. “I really do,” she said sadly and stood, dropping my hand. She walked to the door and started to punch in the passkey.

    “I love you too, mom” I muttered but I knew that she didn't hear me. I sighed and tried to stand. My legs felt like lead and I tried to walk over to the sink to get a drink of water, but I felt something pull against my leg and I stopped. I looked down to find that my ankles had been chained to the bed. I couldn't go anywhere. I sighed loudly, frustrated. I just wanted to get out of here.

    I felt rage boil up inside me and flipped the small table over, the tools clambering to the floor. I pulled at the chains and tried to melt them with my magic, but nothing would work. I grabbed a pair of scissors and attacked the chains but it did nothing. I sat down with the scissors in my hand started to cry.

    I looked up after several minutes and gripped the scissors tightly. I opened the scissors and pressed the blade against my wrist. I pressed harder and moved it across the surface of my skin. Blood sprang forth almost immediately and I watched as the blood began to drip down the sides of my wrist and pooled on the floor. I watched the blood drip for several minutes but covered my wrist quickly with a blanket when I heard the beeping of the passkey.

    A doctor dressed in baby blue walked into the room and his eyes immediately flew to me, then the blood, and back to me. The doctor hastily walked toward me and grabbed the blanket from me, pulling it off my bleeding wrist. The doctor grabbed a bottle and squirted it's contents on a cotton ball and pressed it to my wrist.

    “Ow,” I muttered and tried to pull my wrist away. The doctor held my wrist in place as he cleaned my cut. He then grabbed some bandages and wrapped them securely around my wrist. Then he stood up and grabbed all sharp objects in the room and left. Another doctor came in a while later with a tray of food. She changed the bandages on my wrist then left. I slowly took a few sips of water. My vision began to get blurry, then there was nothing.