Some Thorns, Some Roses

XV | The Idea of Losing You

I woke up erratically, gasping for air as if I had been choking for the past hour. I was shot up in my bed, sitting up and looking around. I was placed in a bed with dark sheets and comforter with a patchouli scent, which made me feel like I was in the woods. 

In the corner of the room, there was a fire place with a cozy dark brown armchair right next to it. A small fire was light and it seemed that it was made a long while ago. It was only making a tiny popping noise and a small crackling sound every so often. I felt a bit warm, but I didn't dare move too much, pushing the covers off of me. 

Over the fire place was a portrait of the forest, which gave me even more of an impression that I was in the middle of nowhere. That thought didn't bring my nerves to ease, it did the quite opposite. Chills ran down my skin, causing goosebumps to flare up. 

I continued to get familiar with my surroundings. The walls were brick and there were no windows, making me feel even more claustrophobic. This room was nicely decorated and perfectly furnished, confusing me a little. Maybe someone lives here? 

The floor was dark wood, but not a new kind of wood that you would find in a fancy house. The kind of wood that creaks when you step on it waxed with a shiny substance, giving the appearance that it was at least kept up over the years. 

I looked to my left and my hand was attached to numerous wires, a needle launched into my arm. It didn't hurt, but I didn't like the idea very much so I groaned in woe. 

I looked up at the slow spinning ceiling fan and took note of the tiny vent near the doorway. The room was pretty tall as well. Unreasonably tall, it shouldn't have been. The door was the same as the room. It was tall and dark, dark just like everything else in the room. I longed for natural sunlight within the seconds I was conscious in this room. 

I came to some conclusion, room aren't usually this tall unless it was a basement. So I took a guess and told myself that I had to be in a basement. It must be a basement. 

That's a dumb conclusion. 

I was startled by the voice in my head, I forgot that that side of my anxiety was back. I groaned once again, this time in annoyance. 

Might as well get louder so the kidnappers can hear you! 

I didn't say anything else. I just looked at the door and focused my ears a bit more. I heard loud banter, arguing and it scared me even more than I already was. I was even more scared than prior, which says a lot because I'm pretty sure I pissed my pants. 

Not pants. A baggy T-shirt and huge sweatpants with no underwear. It caused my eyes to pop out of it's socket, I wanted to scream. I was out that long? Long enough for someone to change my clothes?! 

I also felt the pain shoot through my arm once I tried to move it. It was wrapped up in a sling, stabilising it a bit. Memories started flooding through my mind, causing a sharp pain to shoot through my head. Quietly, I winced and held my forehead with my good hand. 

At least if I was kidnapped, they took time to take care of my shoulder. I decided to focus back in on the voices. Lively voices that seemed upset or irritated. I could've cried in relief when I heard Atti's frustrated voice, muffled far behind the door, "Fuck no, that makes no sense at all!" 

A stupid smile found its way to my face and I could not have got out of the bed faster. I snatched the needle of out my arm and grabbed a cotton ball that was on the nightstand beside me, pressing against my arm. 

All of my assumptions were confirmed, the floors were indeed crackling as soon as I stepped on it. I swiftly went to open the door and it instantly led to congested stairwell that led upwards.