20th Piece

This is the 18th post to the book I was talking about in my "What My Blog Is" post. And please if you haven't read the other 17 posts please go back and read! It won't make as much sense if you just read this one! Thanks.

Once we are out the infirmary we caught our breaths, unlinked arms and started talking again. “So what really went on in there?” I ask barely above a whisper. We were a little bit behind the guard but I didn’t want to take my chances of him listening in on us. Eric glances at the guard and replies in the same tone, “I was put to sleep a lot so I don’t have very many memories, but sometimes when the drug they give me wears off I find that I have new scars or cuts. Other times I’m awake when they cut me open and inserts some sort of liquid or something, even though that sounds bad it gets worse.” I stare at him and notice the scars for the first time. They hurt him. They hurt my best friend; they’re going to pay. I inhale quickly when I see a large scar that ran from the bottom left of his neck to the upper right. How in the world did I miss that? He catches me staring and assures me that he was asleep for that one. Where have I seen that before? I push the thought aside and look at him asking to continue his story. “The worst aren’t the scars or when I’m awake it’s after the fact. It’s the hallucinations.” “What were they about?” I ask. I was curious to know what would be more painful than being awake while being cut open. He opens his mouth about to talk but then shuts it. I can see in his eyes he was thinking really hard. His mouth was a tight line and his eyes look like he’s trying to find an answer. “Nevermind it was nothing,” He mumbles.