Poisoned Blood 3: Revenge

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     It still hurt, but the pain started to subside. Dad keeps promising to get us out, but I’m still waiting.

I look around the room. There’s still blood on the floor, and some of the old photographs were still pinned to the wall. I look at the photos. There’s a brand new photo on the wall, it was a photoshopped picture of me… It was horrible. I can’t even describe it. But it looks horrible.. Maybe that’s what Dr. Saw plans to do to me next. I lay my head down and think of mom and dad. I look at the screen, Dad’s sleeping now. He seems so exhausted. I have a feeling that he hasn’t been sleeping because he’s been watching over me. I don’t know what I’d do without Dad. I sigh and try to lay still, even though my abdomen still hurts.

I close my eyes and daydream. I daydream of when the old surgeons I had killed all came back to life. I dreampt that uncle Aaron walked into the room, and stabbed me in the chest.

I quickly open my eyes and look around, my heart thumping against my chest. I look around, realizing that I’m okay and Aaron isn’t here. I look at the screen. Dad’s awake now.
“Dad… Is uncle Aaron still here?” I ask softly.
“What? Honey no. Aaron is dead. He can’t hurt you anymore” Dad says quietly.
“I feel like he’s haunting me… Showing up in my dreams and hurting me” I say.
“Baby, Aaron is gone, you don’t have to worry about him bugging you ever again” Dad says.
"Dad... When I was drugged, and I was free from this room, I was in a different room. I sobered up and went into a room full of files... Half of the doctors that we killed, were actually patients who used to be inmates here! Dr. Storm was a patient who was dangerous and schizophrenic, and Dr. Happy had insanity. Dr. Smoker was a dental surgeon. There was even a file of Aaron, which had all of his criminal records. I searched and searched, and I couldn't find files of Dr. Lana, Dr. Jonson, or of Dr. Saw" I said. "We were, and are, in a lot of danger."
"I know we are, no doubt about that. I'm surprised that you couldn't find files on the other doctors though" he responded.

   I sigh and lay my head down. Dr. Saw walks back into the room, and sticks a needle into my arm.

“Please, no more needles, no more drugs” I whine, then he injects the liquid. I start to feel really tired.

“Please… Don’t hurt me anymore..” I say quietly. He just stares at me. A few seconds later, I pass out.

   I wake up, my head spinning, I’m so weak I can’t even lift my head. The light above me make the room a blue colour.  I’m in a whole lot of pain, I look down, I… I’m cut open! I lean my head to the side, there’s writing on the wall, written in blood, reading “NO ESCAPE” I scream in terror and look down, my… My heart is missing!! I look to my right, there’s a machine beside me, keeping me alive. I scream at the top of my lungs. My whole chest is in agonizing pain. I go into shock and scream and start to shake. My heads too weak to look at the screen for dad.

“DAD!!!!!!!” I scream. I don’t get a response.

    I hear the door open. I growl and grit my teeth as Dr. Saw walks in.

“You’re not supposed to be awake” Dr. Saw says. I blink hard, trying to figure out if this is a dream or not.

“My… My… My…” I shudder.

“Your heart. It’s safe” he says, then holds his hands out, holding my heart, it's still pumping somehow...

“Your life lies in my hands” he says, laughing like a madman. I scream. I start crying and stare at my heart, I breathe deeply in terror.

“You’re not supposed to be awake, you'd probably get killed by the pain if you weren't asleep” he snickers and carefully sets down my heart in some sort of container and shoves a needle into my neck. I fall asleep.

   
    I wake up screaming, sweating, and kicking. I look around frantically, looking down at my chest, it looks normal… I look around, the lights were turned off, and there was no blood writing on the wall. I’m soaked in sweat. I scream and start to cry. What did doctor Saw do to me?!

“Carnee?” Dad asks in concern. I pull my hands in towards my chest, but the straps hold my hands down.

“Am I alive?!” I screech.

“You’re alive baby, you’re okay” Dad says.

“My heart…” I say hesitantly, starting to hyperventilate.

“What is it, darling? Your heart's still beating, you're still alive” Dad says. I look around frantically, then start to relax. I pull at the straps some more, still really nervous.

    Dr. Saw walks into the room. I look up at him with fear in my eyes.
“What did you do to me during that surgery?” I whine.
“Surgery? What? What are you talking about, kiddo?” He asks. I look around, trying to think.
“My heart?” I say hesitantly.
“Is still pumping. Nothing happened to you.” Dr. Saw says. I stare at him.
“You stole my heart… You took it out of my chest...” I say, confused.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about” Dr. Saw says. Was it just a dream? What the hell is going on…
"My heart, where is it? What happened?" I ask. He walks up to me, picking up a stethoscope. He puts the plugs in my ears.
"Listen" he said, placing the end on my chest over my heart. I could hear it beating inside my chest. I take a deep breath, relieved that my heart is still there, still beating as it should. He moves the stethoscope away.
"See? Your heart is still there, pumping like it supposed to" he said.
“Just a dream…?” I ask. He smirks.
"Seems like you had a pretty crazy nightmare" he says “You were asleep for a couple days, Carnee. I let you sleep so your body could fight off your sicknesses. How do you feel now?” He asks.

“I don’t know” I say, starting to wiggle in the restraints.

“Probably just a crazy nightmare. It’s all in your head” he says laughing a bit.

“I can’t stand this anymore” I start to cry. “I’m tired of the torture, tired of the nightmares” I cry.

“Awwww poor Carnee” He mocks.

“KILL ME!” I yell angrily. He pulls out a small bottle and a needle and sets it on the table beside me.

“What’s that?” I ask.
"Medicine” He sneers.

“What is it?! Just kill me now!” I yell. He pulls out a scalpel, and stabs me in the chest, but not deep enough to kill me, my ribcage kept my heart and lungs safe. I scream as the wound bleeds and stains my shirt.

“Stop hurting me, please” I whimper. He shoves the scalpel back into the wound and cuts deeper and takes a long cut. I scream.

“Please stop!” I scream. He grins and spins the scalpel between his fingers.

“Please let me and dad go” I whisper, having trouble breathing. I think he punctured one of my lungs.

“Please” I wheeze, tears filling my eyes. My wounds still bleeding onto my shirt. He punches me in the ribs, all of the air rushes out of my lungs.
"Why are you doing this to me? I'm only human... This is my life. End my life, please. I'm done. I can't do this anymore. I don't want to live. I can't handle this anymore. I can't take any more of this torture. Please, I'm begging you, kill me. Please put me out of my misery" I whisper.
"No" he growls and stabs the scalpel into my abdomen and cuts a line down my belly.

“Please leave me” I choke, staring into his eyes with begging eyes, pleading for mercy.

“Don’t you dare lay another finger on her!” Dad yells. Dr. Saw looks over at the screen and stares at dad.

Dr. Saw leaves the room and goes into Dad’s room with a heavy pipe wrench, and swings it into Dad’s real shin.

“OW!!” Dad yells out. Tears start to fill his eyes. His leg throbs. That must have hurt, I know, because I've had my knees smashed in with the same wrench before.

“Hurt me as much as you want, Saw, just don’t hurt Carnee again” Dad says hoarsely, staring at him.

Dr. Saw leaves the room. I lay motionlessly and rest. Though I can’t fall asleep. I look at the screen, Dad’s eyes are closed and his teeth are clenched. I think his shin still hurts. I don’t want Dad to get hurt just for Dr. Saw to stop hurting me. It’s not fair to dad to get hurt because of me. I lay there quietly for hours, not doing or saying anything. I feel light-headed. I don’t feel well. I sigh and lay my head to the side and close my eyes. Later, I was thinking it was night time, I tried to sleep, but I stay awake for hours.

“Sweetheart, try to sleep” Dad says.

“I can’t” I whine.

“I’m so sorry sweetie” Dad says, breaking down. He's in pain seeing me in pain. I can tell.

“Dad, I want to get out of here, or just die” I whisper.

“We will get out soon, sweetheart. You won't die, I will get you out. I promise, believe me” Dad says.

“I don’t want my heart to beat anymore” I say.

“Sweetheart…” Dad says, not sure what to say. I close my eyes.
"Mom's dead, Claire's dead. I just want to die, and be in heaven to reunite with them and be safe, never having to worry about this place ever again" I whisper.
"Honey, I love you so much. I'm so sorry all of this happened, you have no idea how bad I feel. Just be strong baby, you're too young to have to die. You have your whole life ahead of you, and I'm going to get you out of here safely" Dad said.
"But being alive isn't worth it anymore!" I cry out.

“Sweetie, you’re going to be okay” Dad says, then falls asleep. Dad's exhausted. I settle down and lay still, then looking over at the table beside me. Dr. Saw forgot the needle. I stare at it. I pull hard at the straps. I pull and pull for a while, I take a harsh tug and my wrist breaks. I cry out, but then slip my hand through. My wrist hurt, but I untie my other hand and ankles. I get up, my muscles give out and I fall on the floor, then weakly stand back up, using the table to support myself. My legs are weak and shaky. I can barely stand. I run up to the door, it’s locked. I hear something. I put my ear against the door. Dr. Saw is coming. I look around frantically, then see the needle. I run over and grab it.

“I’d rather die than get caught and go through the torture again” I whisper to myself. I don't know if it'll kill me, but it's worth a try. I think about Dad, and how bad he would feel if I died, and if he would continue to be tortured... Dad's asleep, I don't want him to watch me die.  I ignore those thoughts and I fill the needle with the liquid that was in the small bottle. My hands tremble. The door opens, I stick the needle into my arm.

“NO!” Dr. Saw yells and tackles me, I fall to the ground under him and drop the needle. I wasn't able to actually inject the substance, Dr. Saw tackled me before I could. He puts his knee against my back to hold me down, and grabs the needle and smashes it on the floor and pulls out a tissue and wipes up the liquid it contained.

“You’re not ending it that easily” He says. I kick my feet and push my hands up against the floor, trying to get up, but I’m weak, and Dr. Saw is so strong.

“Please, let me die” I say weakly, still trying to get away. He leans down and picks me up.

“No! Leave me alone!” I scream and kick like a little kid.

“You’re such a baby, Carnee” Dr. Saw complains. I whip my fist at him and punch him in the face, knocking him out. I stand up, he wakes up instantly and grabs my ankle.
  I can't move.