Drip Drip Drip
Prologue
Quinn
The railing brakes.
I fall.
Falling; falling through what seems like an endless void of nothingness. The world spins around me, a mixture of dull, blurred colours passing me for a brief moment as I fall.
My hand is outstretched towards the ledge from which I had fallen from but my fingers grasp onto empty air. I have fallen too far. It is as if the world is in slow motion. It is almost. . . peaceful.
CRASH! My body hits the ground and I am brought back to reality, staring up at the dark ceiling through strands of golden hair. My entire body is paralysed. I hear a small scream escape my lips as the pain spears through my bones. Every bone in my body must be broken. The pain proves that the fall had not been just a figment of my imagination but was in fact real. I can even feel the warm, wet, sticky layer underneath me. My blood. My clothes are soaked through with it. The dull, cracked walls of the mansion seem tall and the ledge distant. Had I really fallen that far? I refuse to believe it.
At the very edge of the ledge are seven silhouettes staring down at me. I know them well. They are all parts of me. The bad parts of me. . .
They are coming for me! Save me! Someone help! I can't die like this! Take me home! My eyes close without me asking them to. They are closed so tight it hurts but it saves me from seeing my surroundings.The blood is draining out of me and onto the wooden floorboards so fast that I must only have minutes left. My heartbeat pounds in my ears, fast, trying to burst free from my chest. Don't let it end like this. . .
Thump-thump. The first figure drops landing with a thud. My breathing stops. Thump-thump. The second drops. Each of the others drop one by one until finally, thump-thump, the seventh and final figure drops.
I force my eyes open, tears escaping with their opening. The tears fall, turning red and disappearing into the pool of blood the second they hit the floor. My eyes strain to see the figures that have dropped but they can just make out the outlines of their bodies. I stare at them trying to find an escape even though I know my bones are broken. There is no escape as they surround me in a circle. Seven pairs of glowing eyes, crimson in colour stare back at me from the darkness. I cannot look away.
My heart beat. Too fast. Thump-thump. Thump-thump. Thump-thump.
My breathing. Too rapid. One breath in, one breath out. Repeated faster and faster, over and over.
The blood. Too much. Too much. . .
Too late... My sight blurs as I realise I am unable to keep my eyes open any longer. I am being dragged into oblivion. Too late... My eyes close. The only sounds that I hear before becoming fully unconscious are the thundering of my heartbeat and the dripping of blood.
*
I wake up once again. Bright light shines down on me. Too bright. Why is it so bright? The white wall beside me is painted with red paint, still wet and running down the wall. The bed underneath me is hard and cold. Could it be metallic? A twist of my wrist tells me that every one of my limbs are tied somehow to the bed beneath me. A glance to either side of me confirms it. The bed I am on is not a bed but a metal table. Something is on my head too. Some type of helmet. A constant beeping noise can be heard. It seems distant but I know its not. Is that a heartbeat monitor? I can feel my heart thumping in my chest exactly in time with the beeping. My head starts to throb with every heartbeat.
Drip. Drip. Drip. Why does the dripping sound still continue? Drip. Drip. Drip.
The red paint. . . It is not paint. It is blood. . . I almost choke on my own vomit at the realisation. The loud, high-pitched scream of a girl breaks the silence in the room. The scream is my own. The beeping gets faster as I panic.
A crash and the door is thrown open. People in lab coats rush through it and soon fill the room. It is all a blur to me. I hear a bunch of accusing voices and snippets of conversations.
“Who was supervising her? Why aren't they here?” Says one flustered voice.
“Sedatives!” Screams another.
“This has never happened before!? How was I meant to know she would wake? None of the others did!” A male voices argues his innocence.
My body fights the ties that hold me captive. I thrash around on the table, trying anything and everything to break the ties. The screaming continues. The pain that shoots through my wrists and ankles and up my limbs is excruciating. I have to try to escape! What are they going to do to me?
My eyes grow wide as hands hold my thrashing limbs, forcing me to stop moving. A face enters my view, young and feminine.
“Quinn, I need you hold very still. We will make it better. We will take the pain away. Just hold on a second. It will all go away.” Her voice does not comfort me. It speaks lies! Don't listen to it, Quinn! They will never make it better!
There is a sudden smash and the room is now only half lit. Glass showers down from the ceiling like heavy rain. The screaming starts as the tiny glass fragments cut the doctors surrounding me. Despite the light breaking above my head, not a single piece of glass touches my skin.
The pounding continues as the needle is plunged into my arm.
My sight blurs as my eyelids close. Soon, everything turns to black.
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