Cora

Chapter Five

I slowly opened my eyes. I blinked a couple of times. Where was I? What's going on?
I quickly sat up, then screamed when I realized the aching pain roaring up my back.

Cursing aloud, I then bounced back into the solid bed. I slowly shut my eyes, and whispered words of encouragement to myself.

Then, once again, I opened my pearly eyes. Before I could do anything else, my eyes wandered over to my arm.

Then I realized both of my arms had sleeves of Henna tattoos, running up and down like snakes.

Suddenly loosing my will, my eyes rolled back into my head and I was shut down into complete darkness.

I awoke with a start a few hours later. Shakily, I glanced at my arms again. Henna tattoos... all over.

They ran up and down my arms, never seeming to stop. They just kept going and going. They looked like they were moving, too.

What was going on? Luke and Leah... oh poor Leah.

I finally payed attention to my surroundings. I was settled in this crystal white room with a small door in the corner. The door didn't have a doorknob, and there were no windows.

I sat up and saw I was laying on a makeshift hospital bed.

Cords dangled from my arms, and I yanked them out. I sat up and got out of bed, studying the room.
A small disk hung above the door, and I ran over to see what it was.

It was a clock. I waited for the red hand to move, but it didn't. It just sat there, as if waiting for me to leave.

"C'mon, you stupid clock." I growled, attempting to hit it with my fist. It still didn't budge.

The time was set at 12:00 exactly. It was frozen at 12:00

Next question... how would I get out of here?

I studied the door, and I found its weak spot.

The door seemed to have been slammed from a previous incident. It was slammed so hard, it was stuck. Jammed between the wall.

I wandered back to my cot and looked for a makeshift crow bar.

Kneeling down, there was a mini sorta-crowbar. Bingo!

I reached under with my Henna filled arm and yanked the rusty thing out.

I stood up, brushed off my hospital gown and examined the crow bar.

It was old. It was rusting. It was peeling.

Making a face, I stepped over to the door and decided how to get the jammed door to move.
I needed to get out.

I finally figured out how to open the door. I looked up at the clock, forgetting it was broken, and gasped.

The time changed. I swear it did. Was I hallucinating? It now said 1:00 exactly. But... the red hand still didn't work. It sat there again, like it was waiting for something.

Sighing, I shook my head. I was pretty sure I'd gone crazy.

With all my might, I wedged the bar between the door and the wall, and pushed.

Plaster sprayed about and the aged door fell off its rusty hinges.