An Unwanted Gift

Tapping my fingers to the rhythm of the clock I sat there waiting, cuffed, held against my will to this chair for what seemed to be hours now. It was five o'clock from what the clock said but there was no sense of time or day that was at hand. I was tried, restless, and irritated to why I was here. I felt like I'd been here for hours, days even and the last bit I could remember was blurred around the edges. Whatever it was had placed me here no doubt. I was stuck in a cold, stark, white walled prison, with only a simple black, white faced clock hanging across the room from where I sat.
My body ached from last night or so I thought it was last night. I could feel the stiffness of the scabs forming on my face. There was unknown blood on my hands. Trying my best I'd been retracing recent events to get a picture of what could've happened but there was no use. No matter how hard I tried I couldn't remember past feeling a blade running across the right side of my face.
I could remember kicking and screaming that night for help but no came. I wasn't sure if it was a dream but it sure didn't feel like it. Everything felt so real in this room I was trapped in. My dreams couldn't have placed me in such a vivid environment. Yet as I thought scanning the white walls visions danced before my eyes replaying the last sole moment I could remember.
It was late at night when it happened. The air was still in the warm autumn night. My room glowing softly from the streetlights outside. It was that time of year I loved, the changing of seasons that made it easier than anything to find comfort in my home. Yet as I was dreaming that night I awoke to the sound of a voice. It was a low hush I hear behind such a soft spoken tone. The voice was distinctly a male. Opening my eyes to see the voice I saw a dark figure hovering over me. Beginning to paint the picture of this night again sent remnants of panic rushing through me as I sat in the chair seeing what occurred. The scenes were playing chronologically through my eyes trapped alone in the flood of white around me.
Before I could scream that night the dark figure shoved a needle in my arm, injecting me with a mysterious fluid. The needle left its mark in me as I fought to win the battle, but it was useless, whatever they'd wanted they'd succeeded. However as I kept fighting him another indistinct figure came crashing through my window yelling throwing themself across the room tackling the dark figure- who ever so kindly stabbed me with a needle. By hearing their words they must have known each other. However they were upset with something or cause of something but in the moment I was more concerned with my well being. Rising slowly from my bed I quickly grabbed whatever I could at my bed side table chucking it at them. Yet as I released my grip from the object in that instant the two dark fighting figures threw themselves toward me in their own struggles and finding myself in their fight I was slashed across the face with a knife.
Tears began streaming from my face alongside my blood as their war kept waging on. The moonlight from my now broken window was flooding in across the scene. Glimpsing around as they got up still throwing punches at each other I saw the glitter of the glass and fresh blood against the floor. Looking past this though it was strange that my parents hadn't heard such ruckus yet. They were the kind to immediately respond but it didn't scare me to take this matter in my own hands. I was old enough, I didn't need them by my side all the time. Still as my mind was reeling with what was happening before me I steadied myself back onto my feet picking up a shard of glass with me. With the moonlight shining upon me stood watching the mysterious figures fight until they stood frozen for a moment staring at me.
"See what the hell you did Shane," One shouted irritably at the other pointing toward me. This figure was male as well.
"Shit," The other figure muttered in response, "She's bleeding."
Standing there I took to assumption that he was Shane but I was too angry to care about names at that moment. I was to upset with what had happened. Yet staring silently at the figures as they did toward me I used all my might throwing the shard of glass at them. My aim was perfect, heading straight toward one when all of a sudden the taller figure of the two caught the piece at an incredible speed.
"Damn Shane you didn't tell me that stuff works that quickly," The taller one said.
What stuff? I thought, glaring suspiciously at them.
"It takes forty eight hours to work Trace," Shane's voice said in a gruff, soft spoken manner.
Simply watching them silently they seemed dumbfound by what I could do - hell even I was too. I didn't have time to dwell on this though and already angered by their unwanted existence in my room I muttered harshly, "Get the hell out."
Both listened to me but they seemed amused by my behavior, laughing they both walked to the window. This infuriated me all the more and taking hold of another piece of glass on a near by dresser I hurled it toward them. Thankfully this shut them up as they scampered to my bedroom window.
"We'll be back, sweetheart."
Confused as I was with this it was a relief to be finally left alone.
Jumping back into reality of the white room I was in, my palms were sweaty from the recurring nightmare and breathing heavily I could feel I was being watched. In fact I had known this for a while but in that moment they felt evermore present. Was it those figures of that night? I thought staring down at the steel cuff restraining me, or was it somebody else? Either way I tried my best to take stoic underneath the unseen existence of those watching me.
I knew their names though, Shane and Trace but knowing this information wasn't going to help me as I was stuck here. Whoever was holding me captive had their reasons. They wanted something from someone. Thinking this spurred me to ask what was going on but my nerves held me back. Biting my lower lip I had to urge myself to speak up. Glancing around the blank room I breathed- in and out slowly watching the clock move in its rhythmic pattern.
"Why am I here?" I called out into the white box I was in.
Silence took over the room once again except for the familiar heartbeat of the clock. I had done my best to stay cool, calm, and collected but the void of silence was killing me. No matter what was going on I only wanted to hear someone's voice, a human voice. Yet as the silence continued I began to rethink about the others I felt around. I felt alone. However I was wrong. Out of nowhere a loud booming voice began to speak.
"We think you've been exposed to something," They replied.
"Like what?" I asked once again, hastily.
Another pause filled the room. Hearing this angered me. It scared me even. Did they not know all i wanted was to know why I was trapped here?
"Because," They replied hesitantly over the speaker, "Because we think you've been exposed to something... not of this world."
Upon hearing these words I clenched my fists almost in the defense to control myself, but from what? My vision changed drastically before my eyes so that as I sat pinned to the chair I could see who was watching me, their every movement, oblivious to what had just occurred. It was in that moment I felt hope. I knew I was in control.