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Chapter 1: Heavy Wave

«𝘎𝘰𝘰𝘥𝘣𝘺𝘦 𝘮𝘺 𝘱𝘢𝘴𝘵
𝘏𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘴 𝘢 𝘷𝘢𝘨𝘶𝘦 𝘵𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦
𝘖𝘧 𝘣𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘶𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘦
𝘉𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘶𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘦
𝘝𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦 𝘵𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦»

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It was a punch on her chest what made her wake up.

And taking air abruptly, although she barely could breathe, feeling her suffocate at doing it. As she tried to look around her and focus her gaze. Her eyes felt heavy and roamed the place from side to side trying to recognize where she was, without success. She was laying on the floor with the head turned to the right.

She blinked a couple of times to focus her eyes and leave that annoying vertigo behind. Then, when she finally was able to do it so, the pain throughout her body made her groan, she felt like she'd been run over by a bus or at least thought that's how it felt to be.

She couldn't even regret her state because at that moment panic began to invade her. She didn't recognize where she was, she was hurt and confused, that was for sure. As she shook her head with difficulty to inspect again where she was.

The place was dark, but it wasn't night, you can see how the sunlight filtered through the heavy curtains hanging over the window, they must be thick. She looked to her right again slowly, now perfectly focusing the fireplace on the wall and the style it had. Too old. Too vintage.

Her gaze went back while she turned her head to the other side, still dizzy and weakened. She could barely figure it out which was the colour of the walls, they were covered with dark blue-green wallpaper and heavily decorated. There were frames on the walls, it seemed old paintings and the ceiling had floral motifs. But what caught her attention, was the chandelier which hung right above her, it was impressive and massive. The crystals hanging from it, casted out imperceptible rainbow reflections.

Another twinge ran through her body again, putting her on alert, as if she were returning to reality. Fear gripped her, and soon she imagined herself in the worst possible scenario. What happened? She pressed her lips tightly to keep them from letting out a gasp, trying to make as zero noise as possible, while concentrating all her attention on hearing something. At first there was only silence and the slight sound of her breathing trying to hide.

She decided closing her eyes so she could concentrate better. In the remoteness it could be hear other sounds. Birds screeching, the sound of an engine in the distance and soon a little more noises, some people walking, making noise, though they were nowhere near, she could still hear all this noise. As for the old room where she was, she couldn't hear anything.

"¿Hola?" she said in a shaky voice.
Hoping someone would come in and tell her that she had been kidnapped and taken to some dirty hole in the ground to satisfy God knows what sick and dark needs.

She couldn't help but think that something strange was happening because she didn't remember anything.

Her mind travelled through the different scenarios: She died, she had been abducted, she was an alien ship. Each one, as ridiculous as they seemed, while she waited for someone to answer.

"¿Hola?" she said again after a few minutes, now louder.

Again, nothing.

She couldn't tell how long she waited. It couldn't been long because her survival instinct made her get up quickly, despite the discomfort in her body. Moments before she noticed behind her was a door, she knew it because the light sneaking under it. Thus, she ran or rather crawled up to it, hoping it wasn't locked.

Thank God, she was able to open it without the slightest difficulty. With her hand trembling as she did so. When she was finally made it; daylight dazzled her. It took her a few seconds to fix her vision once more. First she thought of running, desperate to get out of there, fearing that if they kept her captive they would go looking after her, but Why would they leave the door unlocked if she was kidnapped?

That doesn't make sense.

The girl took a step forward and the door behind her squeaked shut, making her turn over and breathe in an incontinuous way. She was starting to shake still looking at the door and then was able to focus her attention on the rest of the building. She looked up slowly afraid to meet something creepy. But there was nothing strange, just a white house, old, very old.

She didn't understand why it felt odd to look at it, it wasn't that scary, it was just it felt out of place. She didn't recognize the construction. The girl had to take a few more steps back slowly, even when she almost tripped, unaware of the small steps behind her, she couldn't take off the eyes from it, analysing the building's facade.

Something was definitely wrong.

She backed away inchmeal, without taking her eyes off that house, feeling that if she moved faster something bad was going to happen.

The mansion and its green surroundings were moving away from her. Absorbed in her thoughts, she kept analysing the details. How she ended up there? What was weird about the house?

She was reviewing this idea on her mind without realizing she reached the middle of the street, people on the sidewalk passed quickly crossing in her eyes, but anyway she wasn't really paying any attention to them.

It wasn't until the sound of a car horn and the screeching of tires made her come out of trance and jump in surprise. Quickly tried to dodge the car which she succeeded, but at the same time on the other side, another one almost stamp against her causing endless sounds.

The men driving were yelling angrily on  something she couldn't catch. Until that moment she noticed the cars: they were old cars, but they looked brand new. Classic models, probably from the 50's or 60's. The constant sound of the horn and the people watching the scene made her run towards the sidewalk. The drivers continued their way yelling angrily at her. But she couldn't understand a damn thing.

She was out of herself.

She stood on the sidewalk trying to understand the situation she was living on, absorbing everything and nothing at the same time, as her mind went wild.

People tried to keep away from her, some were yelling at her, others were just avoiding her still body, but one thing was sure: They all looked strange. Some men were wearing hats, most of them went in tailored elegant suits, the women wore neat hairdos and straight-cut dresses. They looked different in every way, like out of a vintage magazine or movie.

Having no idea what to do, she began to walk looking around, desperately trying to recognize something, all in vain. Everything looked so strange and unfamiliar. Everywhere she looked was a mess; people walked fast, minding their own business from time to time looking at her strangely, but avoiding eye contact when she looked at them.

The sounds of cars, buses and horns made her concentration worse. Disorienting her even more. What made her most desperate was not being able to understand what they were saying.

"Disculpe, señor. ¿Podría ser tan amable de...?" Shyly she faced a middle-aged man who was walking past her. The man looked at her weirdly, shaking his head and saying something she couldn't get.

It was the moment when a red burst caught her attention. It was a double-decker bus. And soon she understood it.

The man spoke English.