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.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

The walls, the ceiling, the floor...they were all black as the night sky. A single, square window was placed perfectly in the middle of each wall, but no door provided an exit from the room. Outside, the sky was black as the walls surrounding Alexandria. Not to mention, she was seeing herself in third person as if she were witnessing some film with her as the lead.

She lay in the middle of the floor, two feet separating each of her sides from the walls. Everything was perfect, symmetrical. That made her a bit nauseous, her stomach uneasy. She had to force herself to move, and she had to do it limb-by-limb. First, her arm moved to prop herself up; then, her leg moved to keep herself upright; finally, her head pivoted on her neck as she searched the walls, wondering where in the hell she was. She searched, and she searched for answers, answers that she soon realized she would never find, answers that seems so incredibly obvious but kept her guessing and questioning.

She searched all four walls. Despite the fact that they looked a bit smaller than they had upon first viewing, they all looked identical. There must have been some mistake. Nothing in the real world was ever perfect, was it? She searched again, then a third time, and finally a fourth. Now, there was a calendar on one of the walls. It sat on the spacious windowsill of one of the windows. She forced her limbs to move, her eyes to see.

January 1, 1969.

Huh?

Then, she felt something warm, something sticky, and it was between her legs. It clung to her clothes, pinning the fabric to her skin, and it drenched the floor, squishing under her feet as she forced them to move. Suddenly, a bright, harsh light lit up the room and the black walls shimmered while her eyes fought away spots that appeared as they tried to adjust to the sudden harshness of the light. She looked down. The floor was white now, and so was her dress. It nearly blinded her, how pearly the color was.

And then, she saw it.

Blood.

It oozed from the lower parts of her body. And as soon as she spotted it there on the floor, she felt pain. She cried out in horror when she felt her uterus contracting, pushing, ridding itself of something.

She wondered if this was what hell felt like.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

SATURDAY, MAY 22, 1965

Alexandria's eyes shot open when a hand shook her from side to side. Surprised by the sudden contact and still horrified by the scene she had just witnessed, she screamed and shot up, pushing herself as far away from the hand that had jolted her awake as she could get.