The House

Chapter 1 The new beginning

I was really disoriented when I woke up. I couldn't recognize the roof on top of me or the walls surrounding me. It took me a couple of minutes to actually notice my parents sitting right next to the bed I was lying on. However, they weren't the ones to notice my opened eyes, a stranger did. A man using a white coat.

My parents were having a conversation with this man until he became aware of my awakening. He looked at me, smiled and introduced himself-Dr. Wellis, he said his name was. He was a tall, light-skinned man with short, black hair who also wore glasses. He looked kind and something told me he was indeed a nice person.

On the other hand, my parents ran at me and hugged and kissed me multiple times until I told them to stop. I wanted to explained to them why I asked that, but Dr. Wellis said that I'd just woken up, meaning that I was confused and needed some space, especially with my condition which demanded an explanation.

He started to explain where I was-a hospital, and then he told me how my dad entered the emergency room carrying the body of a girl who received the beating of a lifetime. He said that all the doctors and nurses were shocked when they saw the girl's condition and were horrified when they saw all the scars and open wounds she possessed on her body.

He finally said that he decided to take care of me since then and that he was really happy to see me alright. He was worried that all those bumps would have an impact on my brain or something, but it was a relief that I just felt confused.

I'd spent three months on rehab at the hospital when it was finally the time for me to be discharged and to go home.

I was happy to be back, but it felt weird to be there; as if I didn't belong to my own home anymore. It was hard at the beginning to stop worrying about rationalizing food or to stop checking every part of the place, I won't lie.

It felt especially awkward at dinner time. I'd ate sitting on the floor or anywhere else for five months on a row and now I had to sit on a table and talk with my parents about our day as we did before that incident.

Of course, they asked me about those five moths many times. I talked to them about it and the result was a machine with a cold-emotionless voice telling a sci-fi movie. It didn't sounded like me saying what I experienced, it felt as if it was something natural to be locked up in your school for five months and to do all the things that needed to be done no matter how terrible they were or not.

I told them about the first video we saw about the Creep Guy, how I was chosen the leader of the group, how we lost some of us, how many we lost, how we lived there, how we worked and, obviously, how I ended up in the state they found me.

My parents' faces went from horrified to you-did-what with every detail they heard.

Once I was finished, my parents made a single question: "What do you want to do now?" and that question could mean anything, but I knew they were referring about what I wanted to do with my life, with my future.

I decided I was no longer going to be in that country. I was determined to be as far away as possible from that place. I was completely terrified at the thought that it could happen all over again because, after all, the Creep Guy said we were the "country's future" and that we were "confined in our school in order to obtain our total protection". I still can't figure out what he had on mind, but there was no way I was going to be involved in anything related to him or with the people who were behind it at all.

With that said my parents sold every single one of our belongings and supported me with my decision. When we arrived to our new home, a fresh start in another country, we had to talk to several people in order for me to have a normal life.

Ever since that incident, I've been the target of the social media. I've been called "Survivor" and "Killer" millions of times and I had to put an end to it one way or another.

It might seem exaggerated, but my parents and I went to talk with The President. I explained my situation to him and he said he was more than happy to help me, he said what I did is not something easy to do and it was certainly something he wouldn't had been able to do. He helped us find a house and offered some body-guards to take care of us and he even helped me getting in a university without having finished High School which, for obvious reasons, I dropped.

And now I am here, in my second week of classes, about to listen to a lecture given by one of my new professors.

"Alright students," said Mr. Patterson, our bold teacher with an incredible brown moustache on his face. "Before our lecture for today, I have an announcement to deliver to all of you." The room went incredibly quiet. "It turns out our dear Isabelle isn't the only one who is going to be joining us half way through. This morning, my boss communicated me that there is another girl whom, besides being like Isabelle for joining our classes already started, is also a survivor of the incident we were discussing a few weeks ago..." I couldn't be any more interested in who he was going to introduce. "Farewell students, with nothing else to say, let me introduce you to our new classmate: Valerye Smith."

I immediately guided my eyes towards the door and saw a short, tanned girl with long brown hair and dark eyes walking out of it.

"Hello everyone, my name is Valerye Smith and I-" Valerye guides her eyes thorough the room until she made direct eye contact with me and then smiles. "Isabelle?"

"Valerye..." I said in disbelieve.

The last person I wanted to see is actually standing in front of me.