The car motor faded into the back of her mind, her head stuck in one place, on one thing. Who is the one texting her, how could they have taken all these pictures without her knowing. After all, she had trained for things like this, sensing presence...
Wednesday woke up, she looked around the very plane and empty room before sitting up and looking through the room for literally anything that could be identified as an item. There wasn't any. For the days she would be here, she would have to stay in this very room, all day. The mental torture it would bring would be fascinating to her but once again, she just didn't have time for this. She didn't want to be here, for once in her life she wanted to attend school. She wanted to go back to nevermore.
Her eyes were glued to the camera that seemed to be staring right back at her without movement before the door opened, taking her attention off of the camera and onto the man who entered, covered in all white. He seemed to be middle aged, dark hair, white skin. Just the way his face looked she knew he was unreliable and untrustworthy.
He stared at her for a moment, silently moving a tray of food towards her before glaring back up at her, then exiting from out of the room.
Her eyes darted to the door once it slammed, leaving her alone once again as she glanced down at the food. Jello, overcooked burger with a side of bread. Nothing looked thrilling, not to mention edible.
She looked down towards the utensils or where they would be, only to find a foldable, paper like thing that's supposedly used as a spoon.
She picked it up only to drop it after hearing the most blood curdling scream outside her room, somewhere in the hallways. Someone was throwing a fit for whatever reason that was probably justified only to be silenced in less than 30 seconds.
The yelling stopped after a whole bunch of what sounded like wrestling or fighting went down. All she could hear was banging and men grunting. Everything went quiet after a few minutes went by.
She didn't touch her food, instead leaned back in her mattressless bed and stared at the ceiling while playing with her fingers.
Everything in her life felt like it had shifted in less than an hour, and she didn't like it.
The day went on, 2 more times that man came in, switching the meals that not once did she touch. Not once did he say a word, instead staring at her for a few minutes before leaving. The day felt longer than a day, more like a week. She couldn't tell what time it was since there wasn't anything to tell her. Not even a window.
Eventually though, she got tired and fell asleep, and counted that as one day.
A few days went by, nothing really changed, she was let out of her room for a few hours from time to time. She was brought to a room full of other patience who didn't even seem down to earth. Only a few did. For example, the ones who seemed happy, watching tv, playing with their damn toys, weren't down to earth. The kids on the other hand, the ones who looked absolutely miserable, depressed. They, they were down to earth.
She picked up a pattern over the few days, they will change your food 3 times a day, with a gap of 5 hours in between. In those few minutes they come into change the food, 2 of the people who are to stand guard, move onto break. Leaving her room unattended for the moment and only her room since the time they change your food is different for everyone.
So now all she had to do was wait.
She woke up the next morning and did just that, though she had to wait throughout the day since she wanted to escape through the night. The clothes they had given her made it clear she was a patient and if she was seen running down the halls, unattended, she would quickly be tackled and put into punishment. That means maybe days or weeks trapped in an even smaller and cramped room then the one she was already staying in and not being able to leave.
The day went by quicker then normal, maybe because she had something to look forward too, freedom. They brought her to the main center room that they always brought her too with all the other patience, then after a few hours back to her room. Finally now, it was the time she was waiting for, they would least expect it. Once that man comes in she was going to dash past him and through the door, and out of this damn prison.
If only she was really ready what was to come. If only, if only.
AUTHORS NOTE ————————— DONE
I've been so busy so I hadn't had the time to write for a while 😞 bro you guys aren't ready for the next chapter I'm so sorry 😭
Wednesday asf:
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