The girl who thought that she lost everything, but maybe she gained more.
A 14years old Theia has good life. She tries her best at everything. But one day something happens, and she now knows that she needs to learn more about her past.
What happen...
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Don't ask me,
what's real and,
what's fake,
I don't know anymore.
Theia's Pov
After the whole disaster with Thor's cooking, I quietly slipped out of the room while no one was looking. I really didn't need to hear more of Tony's snarky comments about our "culinary talents" or how we supposedly destroyed his beloved kitchen.
I walked slowly back to my room, chuckling under my breath.
As chaotic as it was, I'd actually enjoyed cooking with Thor. The dinner might not have turned out to be as we expected. Okay, that's a lie, it was completely inedible. The ingredients weren't terrible on their own, but the wild combination of spices and, well... the accidental fire definitely sealed its fate.
The hallways were oddly quiet. I wasn't sure where everyone had disappeared to. Usually there was some kind of background noise, some kind of laughter, conversations, the hum of the TV, or even the quiet buzzing of machinery. But now... silence. Peaceful. I just hoped it stayed that way for a while. I needed a little while just for myself.
When I stepped into my room and closed the door behind me, the sun was already starting to set. I lay down without bothering to turn on the lights, and within seconds, I was out like a light.
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I woke up quickly. The nap felt good, refreshing, but did it? The energy I felt for the first few seconds was replaced by tiredness and coldness. But I was no longer in my room. Or was I? The bed felt stiff and hard. Something was wrong.
The bed beneath me felt unfamiliar. The mattress didn't give me the comfort and safety like the one at Tony's place, I looked around. The air felt cold and damp. The walls surrounding me were made of concrete, they were dirty, cracked and when I looked closer, really wet. I could see the little drops of water running down the dark concrete.
On the other side of the room was an old rusted toilet, small yellowish sink and large steel door with a circular handle. Other than that, the room was empty. In that moment I tried to sit up. That's when I realized something which made my blood freeze.
My hands were tied to the metal headboard above my head. My eyes widened and I panicked. My breath quickened. Where the hell am I? Fear began to crawl beneath my skin.
I pulled at them instinctively, trying to move and remove the restraints from my hands but no matter how much I tried they stayed there.
As I let out a breath of desperation which turned visible in the coldness of the room.
