Chapter 1: notice

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My eyes struggling to fully open. It's too bright to focus on anything specific. All I hear is the heart monitor in the background. "Number 3, do you remember anything?" I hear his soft voice. "Remember what?" I asked confused. I open my eyes properly and suddenly I was unable to speak. "Do you know where you are?" He asked. "Who are you?" I asked avoiding all his questions.

"Peter" he said. Peter, that doesn't sound familiar but there's something about his face that'll make me do just about anything..anything at all. His bright blue eyes captivating you draining your thoughts, making you breathless. Suddenly the heart monitor starts hysterically beeping. Faster and louder the closer he gets. "I think we should check your vitals" he said as he stood up, getting closer and closer to my lips. "Is that alright?" He tilting his head slightly. Speechless, I nod.

He sits down onto the bed with a clipboard

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He sits down onto the bed with a clipboard. "Am I back at the.." I couldn't get the words out properly. "Yes. Papa said you needed some help with your ability" he looked me straight in the eyes, making it difficult to think properly. Why is he making me feel so confused and thoughtless. "I can help you" he said placing his cold hands onto my bear arms. The hair on my arms didn't even hesitate to rise as soon as his skin touched mine. He brushed his hands al the way down to my fingers. "But no one can know." he says looking away from me. Before I get to speak he jumps up from the bed turning to the heart monitor. He jumps up just as Papa enter the room. "How are things going here?" He asked curiously. "She's stable. We should probably let her rest before putting her back in" Peter said, not looking away from the monitor. "Of course. Take her to the rainbow room, do some exercises." Papa said leaving the room. Peter turns to me, not saying anything but the fear on his face was enough. "Come on" he helps me of the bed walking me to the rainbow room.

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