90 Seconds

90 Seconds

         Crawling into bed, I closed my window curtains trying to shut out the outside world. The TV blared through the thin wall that separated my apartment room, from the one next door. Slowly I felt myself drift away.

          Drip...drip...drip...I heard the water slowly falling into the metal sink. Getting up to turn it off, I looked around at the unfamiliar scenery. I found the bathroom door and pushed it open to see a jail like decor. A metal toilet and sink with a small rectangular mirror was all it consisted of. Reaching over to the sink, I turned the nob to stop the dripping.

         Turning to walk out of the bathroom, I pushed the door open to a dimly lit , open warehouse type room, where two waiting chairs sat facing another more higher class chair, lined up at a desk where an antique Dell computer sat. Walking over, I sat down in the chair facing the computer and began searching through the data that was on the screen. Looking through, I realized it was some kind of experiment on two patients. One named John Everet and the other was my name.

          Jumping up at this sight, I didn't know how to react. I hadn't signed up for any type of experiment. I had no idea what was going on. Looking around the warehouse room, I spotted a huge white boardfull of math problems and statistics that a genius must have wrote, I was unable to follow along with any of it. Having to man up and be smart about this, I ran towards a huge white curtain that was blocking the front door. Pushing the curtain to the side, I twisted the door nob and pushed it open.

      Suddenly I was faced with a tall, buff, black man. All of a sudden I was waking back up in one of the patients chair, my head throbbing, and blood drifting from my mouth. Machines were now hooked up to my arms through IVs. To my right stood the man that had been at the front door, he was stoned face and unmoving, just watching me. On my other side was another man in a long white lab coat, wearing blue gloves. Turning to me, he smiled a frightening, dirty toothed grin. In a raspy voice I heard him whisper, "This wont hurt one bit," as he flipped on the machine and liquid from the plastic bag started dripping into my IVs.

       Screaming, and jumping up, I woke up in my comfy bed and sighed at the relief of the fact that it had all been just a dream.