The Smell of Tea

Into the Flower We Go

I wake up and find myself in a room that was completely white. I am laying on a white bed. Around the room, there were cabinets and bottles of mysterious liquids on white shelves. Next to the bed I was on was a painted white oak desk with a white vase full of pure white flowers shaped like bells. Almost immediately after I wake up, I hear two noises. One is the clicking of shoes approaching and the quick, nervous chatter of Winfrey. The noises are just outside my door now. A key clicks and the door opens without a sound. In came Winfrey trailing behind a woman with light pink hair in a bun held up with chopsticks wearing a suit and holding a clipboard. And as if that didn't make her look smart enough or more in charge, she was also wearing glasses. 

"Hello, Miss Lillian. Do you have a surname?" she asked in an British accent.

The coldness and no nonsense personality of this woman struck me as a surprise so it took me a while to register what she said. 

"A surname is a last name Miss Lillian", she said, making notes on her clipboard.

"Uhh, right, no."

"Um hmm. Are you aware of what happened before you woke up?"

It was kind of foggy.  I went to the bookstore and read about the Experiments and then-! The message! Should I tell them about it? One glance at this lady's scrunched up face told me the answer. 

"Well I remember going to the bookstore and coming home and reading it. I have no idea what happened afterwards."

"Are you sure?" She said eyeing me with a look that said, "I know that you know that you know more than that." But despite that I managed to say "Yes."

"She eyed me suspiciously after that, but continued with the interrogation. 

"Okay then... Ahem. Moving on, while you were unconscious, do you remember having any dreams?"

"Well..." Now that I think about it... The voice! It told me I was, I was, the princess?

"It told me I was the princess."

"It?"

For some reason, I knew that I couldn't say any more. So I just nodded. "Pretend you're delusional..." The voice was tiny, just loud enough for me to understand. Why was I following the orders of this strange voice? Was it mine? If not, whose? Nonetheless, I listened to it.

"YES. IT. It told me I was a princess!", I said trying my best to sound like a drunkard. "I would have many kuppies and pitties to play with annnnddd best of allll, there'd be a balllll!  A ball with red and blue stripes to dance innnnn!" After that I just stared happily into the eyes of the interrogation lady.

The interrogation lady clicked her tongue and  scratched something out on her clipboard.

"Well, this concludes the meeting. Now Miss Rayne, if you will please follow me."

She gestured for Winfrey to follow her. As soon as they were gone I leaned back on my pillow and closed my eyes. The princess? The princess of what? Maybe I really was delusional. Then I heard a voice once again. 

"The time is ripe, run, princess, run..."

I felt myself  peeling off the thin blanket that covered me. The voice seemed to be trying to lead me somewhere. I didn't even have one foot out of bed yet when I realized, wouldn't Winfrey be worried about me? I needed to tell her, but she was with that doctor lady and she did not seem like someone I could trust. I could leave a note! But not here, in her kitchen perhaps? Yes, the kitchen. No one would go in there except Winfrey. But soon after I had gotten this solution, it occurred to me that I wouldn't know how to back to the house. Then that darned voice again. It was so hard to hear, but I think it said, "Go through the window and hop into the pink flower with blue underside and orange pollen."

What a strange request. But maybe it shouldn't be after everything I just went through. I looked through the window. There were dozens of flowers and they were all the size of a square door. Right below the window, was the flower that matched the description. How convenient. I pulled on the latch, but it was tight and rusted. It probably hadn't been used in years. I couldn't open it without some sort of tool. There wasn't much in that white little room. I opened cabinets and drawers and even looked under the cot. I banged my fist against the pillow in frustration. But then the pillow was harder than I had expected. In one spot in particular. It was a long key-ish shaped spot. I opened the pillowcase and inside was a metal, blue silver tool that looked a bit like a lethal pizza cutter. The blade was a clear material that I somehow knew to be diamond. This was it. I picked up the tool carefully and walked over to the window, making sure no one was there, I use the blade to cut the lock. Barely it had touched it, the rusted lock cracked down the middle and the window could open easily. I opened the window, capping the metal instrument and putting it into my pocket, and jumped into the pink flower with the blue underside, and orange pollen with one last input from the voice.

"Good job dear."

HOI! Sorry I haven't posted in a while, I've been a bit occupied with other stories and things! Hope you like it. Leave a vote!

030 Kisses!