Separation Anxiety

Chapter Thirty | Escape *

~Clay's P.O.V~

I looked around the room, the boy was gone but for some reason I felt a deep pain in my chest. I did not understand, It was like a part of me was ripped out. I didn't remember a few things, I should have known the boy, he knew me, but why did I not know him?

My mind was in a haze just thinking of the boy I met only minutes ago. It was almost as my mind was blocking him out within the haze. I knew some things like where I was, how I was taken but some of it was... gone? I felt frustrated every time I tried to think of him and could not remember anything, it hurt to remember. I screamed out in frustration.

Why only him? Am I missing something? What did they do to me?

I looked towards the camera placed in the corner of the room.

"What did you do to me" I got no answer, almost like they were mocking me. I wanted answers, I knew they were not going to give them. I needed to try.

Who was that guy? George was it? Why don't I remember him He said something about boyfriends, what?

"Come on! Is this all you guys do? Watch me without answering any questions!" I was pissed, I looked around the room noticing a tray near the end of my bed. On it laid a turkey sandwich, an apple and a carton of milk. I poured the food out on my bed, throwing the tray at the camera, it fell with a crash breaking into a few pieces.

"Idiots, answer me!" I picked the tray back up, spotting the other camera. I was not going to deal with this anymore, I needed answers. I threw it at the second camera cutting out yet another view they had on me. I refused to stop tell I got answers. It was not until I was about to break the last camera in the corner when they spoke up.

"Dream Stop!"

The voice sounded worried, my guess it was Bird who dragged the boy out of the room.

"Make me!" I threw it at the last camera before shattering it to pieces with the tray.

~Bird's P.O.V~

I could hear the anger in Clay's voice, he was only trying to understand what had happened to him. I wanted to just to tell him, but I knew that would not end well for me or him, I could not risk it. Lock turned to me swiftly, he acted panicky.

"We are having an issue."

What could possibly be going wrong now? Now was not the time.

"What's wrong?"

"The sedatives aren't working, neither of them."

I looked at him shocked, this was not good, at all. The things Clay can do, we have no control over him.

"What do you mean?"

"It's not working at all; I gave him it twice it's not working." I could hear the frustration in his voice as he leaned back in his chair pulling his hand through his hair.

"Go get one of the other scientists, I'll watch him." Lock nodded existing the room.

I turned my gaze back to the screen. He looked around the room spotting the tray near the end of his bed.