Teddy Bear Trials

Chapter 8

I sat down on the freshly washed, lavender sheets, and purple comforter that was imatating my own bedroom. I stroked the soft white side tables, my fingers tracing every corner, every scratch, every indention that I had made in them over the years.

Every detail is on an exact point... but how? How did they capture every single imperfection, into perfection, that my room is? It's not like they could have taken the furniture from my own home without dad noticing... but.. how?

Mabye they used a copy machine, only bigger. Or.. or they used a picture and made a 3-D model of your room. Ever think of that Presley?

Well... no. But it's possible yes. Mabye.. My mind flew in all directions just thinking about how these, angles, could do all this is a matter of seconds. Well to then mabye they already planned this and had it ready for me whenever my time came. I couldn't seem to wrap my head around it. But I had much more important things to worry about: My options.

One. Two. One. Two. One? Or two? One, two, one, two! Both have their pros and their cons but, neither are satisfying. One: live. Get to see your family. Still have cancer, but might possibly heal. Two: Stay here. Die. Never see your family again but be able to see them through a portal. No contact. Just looking. And... mom would be here. Mom! My eyes lit up with idea. Mabye if I could see my mother, she could help me make a dessicion. Mabye. I need to talk to Amberly. And fast.

I jumped off the bed, sending me flying into the door with a thud. I pulled open the door and raced to find Amberly, but I was cut short by brick cutting, green cat like eyes.

"Whoa!!! Where are you off to in such a hurry? Your supposed to be in your room resting you know? I don't think running around the halls like a little kid is resting." He said with a humorous chuckle.

"I need to speak with Amberly. You don't happen to know where she is, do you?"

"I do actually. Go down the hall, turn left, fifth door on the left." Here, just in case you get lost running about." He clapped his hands and a golden map apered in his hands. It quickly changed silver once transfered into my own, but no matter.

"Thank you." He nodded and we went our seperate ways. Making my way down the hall, I noticed a tall, plump man, with a stubble growing in a thin, brown layer on his round chin. His dark, evil eyes pierced through my own when our eyes met. He looked around my father's age. Mid forties, early fifties mabye.or mabye it was just his appearance that made him look older. I quickly looked away and kept walking. I could feel his gaze burning a hole through my head every second I walked. Once I turned the corner I sprinted to the fifth door on the left, just like Dillon had said.

I knocked before pushing the heavy door in slowly, trying not to disturb anyone. I looked into the room, which apperead to be another bedroom, only bigger than mine, and had why looked like and attached powder room. I walked quietly over to the bathroom door and placed a tiny knock on the soft wood.

"Yes? Who is it?" I recognized Amberly's voice imedeatly.

"Amberly? It's me, Presely. I need to talk to you about something. Sorry to barge in like this uninvited but it's important." The door clicked open and Amberly came out in a blue dress, knee length, fitted, and very pretty on her figure. Hair in a curly ponytail, pearl earings and necklace dangling from her petite face and neck.

"Oh! It's quite alright! Your welcome anytime! So is this importance about your dessicion my dear?" She smiled at me widely.

"I'm afraid no. It's not." The smile from her faced formed into a confused expression.