• I woke up lying on my back. I think I’m on a table. Everything’s blinding white and kind of fuzzy. I squint, trying to see where I am. I make out four blurry figures wearing a mask that covers their mouths. I’m guessing they’re doctors. Two hands reach out towards me from both directions. The one on the left held my eye wide open. The one on the right was holding something cylinder shaped with a needle at the end. There was black liquid inside it.
    I’m getting a shot, I thought. But why would someone need four people to get shots? And why would I, the patient, be lying down? What is with the black medicine?
    The doctor brings the needle closer. I could see the liquid gurgle and churn, like it’s alive. I had a sick feeling in my gut that it was. Then, before I knew it, the needle came a centimeter away from me. I stared. This is no shot, there’s no way it could be. No normal shot goes to your eye. I open my mouth to say something, anything to stop them, but I was too late. The needle pierced the center of my pupil. I felt the black liquid creep into my eye and through my body. Fast. It scorched my veins and murdered my blood. The tip of my fingers pulsed—every part of me pulsed. My gums went numb and my heart flared. But what hurt the most was my eye. It felt like it was gone, like the black liquid melted it to nothing. Acid, I thought. That medicine was acid. Then I heard someone screaming—it was me. I wanted to get up, to get away from here, but it was impossible. My arms and legs were chained down. Sweat trickled down the side of my face. My chest expanded and receded so quickly that it threatened to explode.
    Then everything went black.

    To be continued