Planning and Healing

I'd fallen asleep dreaming, but I had no real sense of time, the room didn't have any windows so I couldn't get a concrete idea of the days, since I couldn't see the sun.

I used my wounds as a way to judge time, I looked at my abdomen and saw the red, splotchy mark that had ripped open a few times already.

It was excruciating, but it seemed to have started healing finally.

The liquid in my IV had changed, it wasn't clear anymore but more of a yellow tone.

The memories of my daydreaming came back to me, what if I tried to make them a reality?

Was it possible to escape?

Could I leave somehow?

I had heard stories of people attempting to escape and failing, then they would be killed or go missing somehow but what if I managed to get out?

I needed a plan, to at least try. I would die anyway so I might as well die trying to save myself.

The TCRC wasn't a big organization, at least not as far as I was aware of, it was formed by only a small amount of staff and the people who worked here had limited freedom, as human experiments aren't exactly ethical, the organization needs to stay somewhat quiet.

This is why people are threatened, if they tell people about their work the whole "industry" could collapse, if somehow, someone managed to escape, the workers couldn't possibly bring themselves to tell the authority figures in TCRC, right?

If they told the authorities they could get killed, along with whoever else they have threatened, their family or loved ones, so it would be more convenient to stay silent until someone found out.

I am smart, I've read more than anyone else in here, I've always challenged the system quietly and observed my surroundings.

I was overly aware of things that most victims weren't, I knew secrets, I overheard conversations I wasn't supposed to and no one had any idea because I know how to keep my mouth shut.

With luck, if I could think of a plan that seemed fail-proofed, I could get out in less than a year but I needed to make it quicker than that because I have no guarantee of living one more year.

Rose.

What will I do about Rose? She has become a horrible person, somehow, but yet, I still care about her, she has still been with me through thick and thin, she knows me better than anyone.

Is it possible that they had given her some sort of poison that made her the way she is?

I would have never guessed that she would act the way she is right now, and I don't think a person can change so abruptly and be so different than they were before.

Am I wrong?

Whether I am or not, she's a person, she's someone who no matter what, has demonstrated her devotion and care, I have to give back somehow.

But she can't know about it or else I don't know if they will poison her mind more and force her to tell the supervisors.

I started to think if there was possibly one of the books in my collection that had more information on escapes, or any scene in a book where I could find an idea for a plan.

In the midst of my thoughts the same man who inflicted wounds on my body previously walked into the room.

He looked at a paper and then at me, then walking towards me with a flashlight and some other tools examined my body.

Focusing on the ugly marks he had caused.

Soon enough, he finished his examination and wrote some things down on his paper.

"You seem to be healing, I will keep an eye out for these," he said pointing at the painful wounds

"They seem okay, tomorrow I will examine them further and I will take a sample of the skin, you have to take your drip but you can leave."

I got up from the bed and pulled the IV pole with me, the tester opened the door for me and I walked out, weakly.

The wound on my stomach felt more painful as I walked out which made my spine twist forward and down, my body hunching over in an effort to minimize the pain.

I held onto my abdomen and kept walking, wanting to get to the dormitories and sleep.

Walking through the hallway I thought about Rose in the kitchen, making something and suddenly my stomach growled, I hadn't been fed at all in the time I was gone, the IV drip providing with the basic things my body needed I assume...