In Our Prison Made of Pain {Oliver's Awakening}

In Our Prison Made of Pain {Oliver's Awakening} Nov 27, 2018 10:42:00 GMT -5

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Post by kap on Nov 27, 2018 10:42:00 GMT -5

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Oh, I need my pain.
Don’t it take it away.
My sad makes me special.

They always tell you not to go into the light, or it'll take you away from the world of the living, but the truth is, when you're dying with no hope of survival, you don't really have any choice in the matter. When my skull was crushed by that giant sloth in the forest of towering redwood trees, I knew it was over, deep down, even though it was something I truly didn't want to let myself believe and come to terms with. As I faded, letting those final words leaving my parted lips, I felt myself being pulled away from my body, and all I saw was a bright light. I heard a faint voice, and it sounded familiar, and I could just barely make out what was being said.

"Look after them... and tell that I'm okay..."

Did that voice belong to... Cecilia?

I was dying, so it very well could have. What did she mean, though, look after them? Did she mean her brothers? I was never going to see them again, though. At least, not for quite some time, since I was dying. She'd see them when I did, surely. It just didn't make sense to me.

I tried to reach my hand out for her faint figure that I could sort-of make out in front of me, only to feel something tug me back- it was some sort of wire, or... a cord, perhaps? I couldn't quite tell what it was, but it was like a leash, or a rope, tying me to life, not letting me release entirely. Then, I heard another voice, this one belonging to someone that sounded as if they were right beside me, rather than distant like Cecilia had been.

“Can you hear me? Very good. You’ve been unconscious since you fell in the arena. At that precise moment, the tracker in your arm administered a concoction to put your body into suspended animation. Once you arrived in the Capitol, we reversed the effects of the serum. I’m the surgeon who has been overseeing your recovery. You still have a long ways to go. Do you understand? You’re in the Capitol now, and your job is to rest. If you do not cooperate, we will administer more morphling. Nurse?”

It didn't make sense, what they were saying, whomever it was. I was... recovering? I was alive? This didn't make sense. Is that why Cecilia had said to look after them? Was it because I was going to see them again, and I wasn't going to be joining her quite yet? None of this made sense. How was I alive?

My eyes opened slowly, trying to adjust to what was happening around me.

Why had they spared me, and why was the light in this room so damn bright? The fluorescent lights on the ceiling above me seemed as if they were almost as bright as the light that had been dragging me away from life just a few moments before. The 'leash' that had kept me connected to my body on Earth was an IV line, I soon realized, and the voice that'd spoken to me after I heard Cecilia speak to me was that of the person who'd brought me back to life. A surgeon of some sort, they'd said?

I tried to turn my head the slightest bit to look at the person who'd informed me of what was going on, just so I could look at them when I spoke to them, but I felt immense pain in trying to do so.

Right, my head got smashed in... that's still a thing... I thought to myself. Ripred, that freaking hurts... That was when I noticed the pain in my now-splinted knee. Crutches were leaned up against the bed for if and when I ended up feeling well enough to get up figure out where the hell I was.

"I shouldn't be here." I said to the surgeon who was in the room with me. "I don't deserve to live. Why would they let me live?"

It was true. I didn't deserve to live. I'd treated almost every person that I met in that arena like absolute crap since I'd gotten there. When I entered the bloodbath, I attacked Lexandriy- the first person I saw. Then, when we encountered Lex and her ally again, I screamed at and fought them, trying to kill Denali.

I told Denali that she deserved to feel pain.

I may not have said anything directly to the ally of Faux's killer, but I wanted to hurt her for the way she reacted to it all.

I did say something to Faux's killer himself. Perhaps that's the only person I mistreated in the arena that I didn't feel guilty about. Shy... was that his name? I hated him, and hoped I would never have to see him again. Would he show up here? Would they let someone like him live? He was a killer, after all.

Then, I hurt my friends... Carmen and Fiona... I'd left them when they still needed me.

I was a monster.

The only person I hadn't mistreated that I'd come across in that arena was Faux.

...Faux...

Faux! Was he here? Surely he had to be. There's no way they'd save me and not him, right?

"Where's Faux? Faux Rhodes. He has to be alive, too, if I am." Before I could say anything else, however, I let out a yell of pain. Remembering all of these things from the arena were hurting me. My head was pounding, and I could tell that it was the start of a migraine. I closed my eyes tightly and clenched my left fist.

No one answered me.

"Tell me where he is... please..." I said much more softly this time. I'd been near yelling the first time I'd asked.

Before I could ask anything else or open my eyes again, however, I heard the voice of the person who'd spoken to me when I'd initially woken up, once again.

"I told you that you need to rest, Mr. Wren. We're going to administer more morphling so that you can calm down better. When we think you're in a bit of a better state, we'll let you get up."

Then, I started to fade again. This time, however, it wasn't death taking me away. It was sleep, and this sleep resulted in nightmares of the rotten arena I'd just escaped.
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