Is this Rare?

Chapter 18

For the next few, well I don't know hours, days maybe, I drift around in a dark, hazy world, where nothing is clear. There are random shapes floating around. But, nothing is clear at all. I also can't seem to collect any ligament thoughts. Not on what's happening now or why I'm in this strange wonderland. Nor am I able to lift my eyelids, which feel like weights. The one thing I can pull from my befuddled brain is, I'm lying on the stone cold wooden floor of the nursery. That is the only thing I'm sure of. Nothing happens for a while, except the large colorful shapes keep shifting around in my brain. I can't keep my mind straight and just try to ignore those strange shapes because they are giving me a headache!

I can't move any parts of my body. Not my arms or legs. I can't even tell if I'm still breathing.
Am I dead? I can't die. I cannot be dead or dying. I would be legitimately crushed and heartbroken if I lost any of my friends. So, I can't leave them. I can't. No. I'm not. I'm breathing. I must be. My cheeks are warm against the cool wooden slats. If I focus, I can just barely feel the slow, steady, nearly nonexistent rise and fall of my chest against the floor.

Slowly but steadily I open my eyes and regain a moment of conciseness. But, I don't wake from the world of darkness from which I am stuck. I am still surrounded by the pressing darkness, wrapping itself around my body. When I try to move my limbs, I black out. Back into the world that I tried so hard to escape.

~Later~

When I come back to the really world, or what I think is the really world, I'm still contained in the dark nursery. No light at all. Though I can slowly move my hands and arms, my legs are still unusable. I move my right hand towards my face. I keep moving it closer because I can't see it. Closer, closer, closer, and BAM! I palm myself in the face! I don't think I hurt myself that much, seeing that the strength in my limbs is still considerably lower than usual. I feel around my face. No cuts, but possibly bruises.

Then I feel a warm, thick liquid dripping down the lower half of my face. I touch my fingers to it, bring it to my nose, and smell it. Blood. I gave myself a bloody nose. Of course. Under normal circumstances this would be a complete surprise to me, but now I'm shocked. So shocked that I nearly fall back into that black hole and into the world of darkness. But, before I can completely blackout, I catch on last sound. Footprints. At this I manage to stay awake enough to wonder who it is. I know it's only one pair, so I figure it's not my friends. When I think of this I know who it is. Weakly, I blurt out her name before I can think what I'm doing. "Andrea." Has she returned to finish me off? She enters the room and squats next to me.

Quickly, I pretend to still be out. Closing my eyes and going limp.

Pulling out a flashlight, Andrea clicks it on, points it at me before she mutters, "Hello, Sweetheart. Thanks for playing along. This is all going to go as planned. Okay? And, if you don't cooperate, there will be consequences. Believe me. I will follow through with this plan and some sweet, made up, prissy, girly girl is not going to stand in my way! I'll do what I have to do. And, if that means killing off you and your little friends, then, believe me, I will!"

Before she stands, she roughly touches my bloody nose and carelessly smears some on my head. In addition to the good amount that is already on my head.

I keep asking myself the same questions over and over again. Why? What plan? Will she really kill us all? Why did we even come here in the first place? Where has she taken my friends? Will I ever see them again?

Before I go under again, I hear the heavy wooden door slam to a close. A key is shoved into the lock, I hear a click and then I'm gone again, for the third time.