Chapter 12
He was aware that he was moving, he felt the air brush against his bare arms and chest. The air tickled against the hairs on his body and he would have shuddered had he been able to move. But his muscles were frozen in place, his limbs tied securely to a metal surface.
He knew he had to be laying down as whatever surface he laid on was moved through the space they kept him in. He was unable to make out his surroundings, his ears were plugged with something that cancelled out every single noise except his own blood rushing through his veins.
His nose had been numbed by multiple chemicals that had been too close to his face which left him completely and utterly blind, in every sense of the word.
He didn’t know how long it’d been since he’d been taken. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d eaten, either. He could barely remember the events leading up to his capture.
It had something to do with the chemicals they kept injecting him with. It made him weary, dizzy, forgetful. He knew his name was Matt but he couldn’t remember his last name. He knew he’d been taken, he hadn’t come voluntarily. He knew there were people out there, looking for him. That these people were bad people. He just couldn’t remember why.
They stopped moving.
His eyes moved around, unseeing but wishing they could.
The surface he laid on moved into a seventy degree angle, so he was laying half upright.
His left arm was released but two sets of hands gripped it so tight that he couldn’t move it himself. His arm was moved into something that felt cold, like metal. It closed around his fist and arm like a second skin.
In his mind, he was screaming as needles pierced through the skin. His skin itched. His stomach churned at the sensation of liquid entering his system. The flow of the liquid was amplified by a thousand. It was like there were ants crawling around inside his veins, connecting with his blood. He felt how it changed his cells, knew that whatever this chemical did to him would be terrible.
He wanted to scream but there was no sound coming out of him. He felt like there was a little him inside his head, screaming in pain, in agony as their body was changed. There was nothing he could do.
The mind controls the body.
It echoed through his head. It was important. He knew that. He knew it was important. But why? He couldn’t remember.
He couldn’t remember.
He’d heard it often. But where? From who?
Matt screamed silently, inside his head. Everything was inside his head. Now he understood the phrase “from the outside looking in.” He hated it.
It reminded him of his childhood, but he couldn’t remember why. Feelings of loneliness, fear, sadness were clear. But the events causing these feelings were lost to him. They felt important. Why couldn’t he remember?
Why couldn’t he remember?
He needed to remember. It was important.
He had to remember.
He needed to remember, for- for someone. Someone. He had to remember someone. He knew this. This person made his heart beat. This person was the reason he breathed. This person was the reason he was there that night – no, no that wasn’t right.
No, this person was why he fought. This was his reason. It was important.
Why couldn’t he remember?
His head echoed with this question. Screams of agony and frustration filled the soundless space around him, unheard by the people holding him captive.
His mind felt like it had overdosed. Fog seemed to cloud over his thoughts, leaving his mind silent. Silent like his surroundings. Silent was good. Silence was nice. It was easy to forget in the silence. So easy to slip away. To not think. To surrender to the darkness around him, giving in to the sensations of the liquid coursing through his veins. To give in to the silence, for just a moment, to just forget the pain. For just a moment.
He would remember. He would. He really would.
But the quiet was so nice and the darkness was so warm. It was so much better than the cold in his bones.
He would remember. Just one more moment.