Explanation of the book [TPOT AU]

Chapter 06: The imposter in this room

[Leafy? Pov]

    I woke up in the same place but with nobody else near. I assume they all left already. I felt cold. The time was 10:58. I walked around a bit. A short girl ran past me. I couldn't get any glimpse of what she looked like other than that she was short. Once I realised nobody else was there, I started looking for an exit.

    So I went to a door which was only a few metres away. I walked up the stairs, there were cracks on the walls. After a few more flights of stairs I heard some people talking. "I think she had a lot more than that coming, but that's just from me." One person said, their voice was quiet and unsure. "Well, from me, it should give her a warning." Another person said, more loud, more annoyed. A chill was felt on my shoulders. This sounds like it's clearly not about me but I still felt scared. Neither of the voices sounded similar at all, but the conversation did.

    I stayed on the floor that I heard them on for a while. A while as in 5 minutes because I heard someone else whisper my name before I dashed back to the stairs. It kept whispering it, a lot. I managed to get to the top floor. There were only three rooms. One had a bunch of boxes inside it, Another was either a dressing room or a bathroom, one couldn't tell, and the last one had a damaged piano at the centre of it. The whispering doubled, it sounded like someone was yelling my name yet whispered it at the same time. I realised that going to the highest floor isn't an actual exit and reversed my steps.

    I went half way down and finally found another person besides myself. It was too dark to see them but it was clear that they had curly pigtails tied on the lower half of their head. They lit something up, probably to get a closer look at my face. I got to get a few colours but no exact facial features. Their hair was green, the tips being a colder pink and their skin was unnaturally pale. Before I could find an escape they grabbed both of my hands and started dragging me down the stairs.

    "So where are we going?" I asked, my voice changing slightly. "Somewhere..." the person replied, they had a voice I recognized but never heard talk much. I asked again: "Taco...where are you taking me?" She ignores, instead she restrains me even more. We went into a dark room. She closed the door. She placed me on top of what seemed to feel like a sink ledge. Someone else's flash light came on. Gaty...

    She looked at me with an uncomfortable look on her face. "You look tired..." she said. Another person rushed in. It was clear they were attempting to turn on the lights. "Why won't these work?" She asked in frustration. I immediately knew who it was. By voice, by height, by silhouette. She walked to stand next to the other two. "Oh hello." She said with slight anger in her voice. "I haven't seen you in...a while." She shrugged. "Wow..! You look scared." Taco scoffed.

    I feel so guilty. I am the reason they decided to do this. I felt a tear dropping from my cheek. I should stop crying. The three stared at me as I started having a mental breakdown. "...you aren't..the victim?" Gaty muttered. She was right, but it hurt a lot. I'd have to wipe the tears eventually even if that means I'd have to hide the face that is suffering.

    Taco took out a match box. A match was lit. It was brought closer to my face. "This is for all you've done." She said in an emotionless, yet angered voice. "I'm so sorry..." I cried. Taco took the match back a little. "Huh...?" Silence. I'm sorry.

Very sorry.

So sorry.

I'm sorry.

Dearly.

    "And this is why I should be the one who kills her!!" Ice cube screamed. She swiped a sharp knife onto my cheek. I leapt off the ledge of the bathroom sink and ducked. Not before Icey scarred me once more. I ran as fast as I could, attempting to not look back at any of them. I ran down the few flights of stairs and almost tripped on one of them.

    I ran out of the hotel and looked behind me for a second. While I did I ran into someone and fell in front of them. "Oh dear...I'm so sorry, let me help you." They held their hands out which I grabbed. After I got up my dress was soaked! Their looks were like a mirror image of a young woman. Her shining blue eyes contrast with the red on her dress. She adjusted the hat she was wearing. "Oh, it's you..." she said. I felt a few shakes from my body. I'd wonder if she has killed anybody. She rubs one of her eyes. "Ten years..." she snickered. "You haven't changed a bit." She patted my head. "Stop." I demanded. "You're clearly unwell." I felt a knife hitting my back. She started walking away. "Have a swell day, Dictionary!"

Wait what...