This is a very rough draft of the first part of my story. I originally planned to flesh my idea out a bit more before trying to write it, but when inspiration strikes, you have to answer. I would really like to hear your opinions and comments on it. Any suggestions or ideas would be welcome. Hope you enjoy it. 
Emma sat staring in fascination at the blood oozing from the cut on her arm. The small piece of plastic in her hand trembled with her excitement. Readying it for another strike, a sudden pain in her head, caused her to drop it.
Flashes of images pass through her mind. Jumbled together, and none of them making sense. Rocking and moaning, Emma clasped her hands to her flannel clad legs. Her eyes squeezed shut to try to block the images from battering her brain. As the images slow, Emma grabbed the nearby sketch pad. An unrelenting need to draw the images from her head gripping her. Picking up the pen she started to draw, her hand moving frantically across the page.
Outside the room, Derek pressed his hand to the glass. "Call the director," he said. "Patient 2029 has had another vision. He'll want to interrogate her as soon as possible." He said to the small man standing next to him. His eyes never straying from the petite woman in front of him. A quiet click from behind was the only indication that the man had followed his order and left to get the director.
Staring into the one way glass, Derek smiled. Walking from the room, he headed to the room to see his favourite patient.
Entering the room, he saw Emma, her long blonde hair a mess, and tears falling from her bright forest green eyes. Pulling up one of the chairs Derek sat, arms crossed his eyes focused on Emma. Continuing her scribbling she, clutched her head with her free hand.
Throwing the sketch book across the room, Emma howled, pressing both of her hands to her temple, and raking her fingers down her face, leaving bloody furrows. The images won't stop. Feeling as if her head is going to explode, she tries to relieve the pressure in her head anyway she can.
Derek grabbed her hands. Pinning them behind her back he yelled to the men posted outside the room, telling them to bring a sedative, all the while trying to keep Emma from further inflicting pain on herself.
Struggling with Emma, he heard the door open. "Derek, you can let he go," said a deep voice from somewhere on the other side of the room.
"Director?" Derek asked, not budging an inch from his position.
"Derek," the steely tone in the Directors voice warned him. Warned him of the punishments of not obeying commands.
Slowly and reluctantly, he lets go of Emma's hands, and stood up. Emma, feeling the weight lift off her looked up confused.
"Daddy?" Sitting up slowly she clutches at the collar of her shirt. Scared but not knowing why. The pain in her head gone and forgotten.
"Baby, are you feeling alright?" The Director walked over and hugged the confused woman. Leaving Derek to stand there, unsure what to do.
The door banged open and an orderly rushed in, a syringe in hand. "Sir, I've got the sedative." He said to Derek.
"That won't be necessary now Paul." The Director said, casting a meaningful look at the man. Gulping the man apologized then slowly backed out of the room. Closing the door behind him.
"Daddy, why did that man have a syringe? Where am I?" Emma asked, scared and confused.
Gently laying his hand on either side of her face the Director waited till her eyes glazed over.
"Was that really necessary sir?" Derek asked, his face an expressionless mask.
Dropping his hands from Emma' face the Director turned to Derek. "Everything I do to her is necessary Derek. If putting her under a compulsion will ensure her safety and the safety of the information in her head. Then I will do whatever's necessary to make sure it stay's safe, and that she doesn't remember. As someone who stands to lose a lot more if she remembers I would, learn to obey better.
Standing the Director brushed of his pants and headed for the door. Leaving a warning and an order.
"Remember Derek, you’re the reason she's here. If you don't want her to find out about your betrayal I suggest you do as I say."
After the Director had left, Derek walked over to the spell induced Emma, sitting down and gently pulling her into his lap, he stroked her hair. Softly whispering in her ear. "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry." Tears falling from his eyes. Emma's eyes stared emptily at the wall.
Emma sat staring in fascination at the blood oozing from the cut on her arm. The small piece of plastic in her hand trembled with her excitement. Readying it for another strike, a sudden pain in her head, caused her to drop it.
Flashes of images pass through her mind. Jumbled together, and none of them making sense. Rocking and moaning, Emma clasped her hands to her flannel clad legs. Her eyes squeezed shut to try to block the images from battering her brain. As the images slow, Emma grabbed the nearby sketch pad. An unrelenting need to draw the images from her head gripping her. Picking up the pen she started to draw, her hand moving frantically across the page.
Outside the room, Derek pressed his hand to the glass. "Call the director," he said. "Patient 2029 has had another vision. He'll want to interrogate her as soon as possible." He said to the small man standing next to him. His eyes never straying from the petite woman in front of him. A quiet click from behind was the only indication that the man had followed his order and left to get the director.
Staring into the one way glass, Derek smiled. Walking from the room, he headed to the room to see his favourite patient.
Entering the room, he saw Emma, her long blonde hair a mess, and tears falling from her bright forest green eyes. Pulling up one of the chairs Derek sat, arms crossed his eyes focused on Emma. Continuing her scribbling she, clutched her head with her free hand.
Throwing the sketch book across the room, Emma howled, pressing both of her hands to her temple, and raking her fingers down her face, leaving bloody furrows. The images won't stop. Feeling as if her head is going to explode, she tries to relieve the pressure in her head anyway she can.
Derek grabbed her hands. Pinning them behind her back he yelled to the men posted outside the room, telling them to bring a sedative, all the while trying to keep Emma from further inflicting pain on herself.
Struggling with Emma, he heard the door open. "Derek, you can let he go," said a deep voice from somewhere on the other side of the room.
"Director?" Derek asked, not budging an inch from his position.
"Derek," the steely tone in the Directors voice warned him. Warned him of the punishments of not obeying commands.
Slowly and reluctantly, he lets go of Emma's hands, and stood up. Emma, feeling the weight lift off her looked up confused.
"Daddy?" Sitting up slowly she clutches at the collar of her shirt. Scared but not knowing why. The pain in her head gone and forgotten.
"Baby, are you feeling alright?" The Director walked over and hugged the confused woman. Leaving Derek to stand there, unsure what to do.
The door banged open and an orderly rushed in, a syringe in hand. "Sir, I've got the sedative." He said to Derek.
"That won't be necessary now Paul." The Director said, casting a meaningful look at the man. Gulping the man apologized then slowly backed out of the room. Closing the door behind him.
"Daddy, why did that man have a syringe? Where am I?" Emma asked, scared and confused.
Gently laying his hand on either side of her face the Director waited till her eyes glazed over.
"Was that really necessary sir?" Derek asked, his face an expressionless mask.
Dropping his hands from Emma' face the Director turned to Derek. "Everything I do to her is necessary Derek. If putting her under a compulsion will ensure her safety and the safety of the information in her head. Then I will do whatever's necessary to make sure it stay's safe, and that she doesn't remember. As someone who stands to lose a lot more if she remembers I would, learn to obey better.
Standing the Director brushed of his pants and headed for the door. Leaving a warning and an order.
"Remember Derek, you’re the reason she's here. If you don't want her to find out about your betrayal I suggest you do as I say."
After the Director had left, Derek walked over to the spell induced Emma, sitting down and gently pulling her into his lap, he stroked her hair. Softly whispering in her ear. "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry." Tears falling from his eyes. Emma's eyes stared emptily at the wall.