Because I've Lost Everything

Chapter Four

Draculaura

Wednesday: October 21, 2015

When I opened my eyes, all I saw was blue. A very light blue, actually. It almost looked like sky, minus the fact that it was missing the whites of clouds. I sat up slowly, wincing at the throbbing pain that shot through my head. So, where was I?

A bedroom. I was in a bedroom. I looked down, tilting my head to the side. My hands sunk into the memory foam matters beneath my body. I was wearing yoga pants and an oversized college t-shirt of some sort. I had been wearing jeans at Caleb's house. Caleb.

Where was Caleb? What had happened to me? To him?

The last thing I remembered, I was running. From what? I wasn't sure. I had been attacked, knocked down. Someone had said something about their boss, right? I had been taken, kidnapped. Who had taken me? Better yet, what had taken me? A fallen angel? Werewolf? Human? Vampire? When had I been taken? An hour ago? A day ago? Weeks? Where had I been taken? Why had I been taken? I hadn't done anything to anyone. I didn't deserve to be taken. How had I been targeted? How had I been taken? I had been with Caleb.

Why would he let someone take me? He wouldn't have let me get taken. He would've put up a fight.

Was Caleb okay? What if these takers had killed him? Or taken him, too? If they had taken him, where would he be?

I got off the bed, my steps slow and small as I made my way to the door. I pulled on the door handle. Locked. My hair was down  which meant that they had taken the bobby pins out of my hair.

What did they want with me?  Would they leave me here to die? I was part human; I could, starve to death. Sure, it would take weeks, maybe months, but it would still happen eventually.

I looked around the room, taking in my surroundings. The ceiling was a light blue, as if that made my situation any less depressing. The walls were white, like a hospital. The floor was carpeted with a soft pink color. The door was white and made of metal. Near the top, right at eye level, there was a window. By eye level, I mean the height of the average person or monster. I, however, was not average. I couldn't see through the window.

All around the room, there was a wrap-around purple shelf. It was on all four walls, maybe a foot and a half away from the ceiling, about a foot wide. Every square inch of the shelf was covered with doll houses and supplies for said houses. A school bus, trucks, farms, animals, people, playhouses, a circus, hospital, an ice cream truck, a cabin, petting zoo, swimming pool ice cream shop, movie theater, dance studio, beach house (A/N, I literally own all of the houses/buildings I just listed here... I'll totally post a picture in the next chapter)... Scratch that. There were two beach houses. Whoever owned these things had just about everything.

I considered the option of using one of the houses to hit whoever walked into the room next, but I wasn't tall enough to reach the shelf. If I couldn't reach the shelf  I couldn't reach the houses.

I hated being short.

Beneath the purple shelf, there was a green shelf. This one wrapped around the whole room, too. It rested just four or six inches below the purple shelf. The whole thing was lined with Littlest Pet Shops. All the alligators, bears, and cats were in one spot, followed by the cows, deer, dogs... They had every animal, each one with its own category, each one in alphabetical order. Each category was sorted into specific colors. The orange cats were with other orange cats. The brown dogs were with the other brown dogs. But all the different colored animals were still with their own animal group. It was... weird.

Why would someone take the time to organize a room for someone like me? Someone that was just a... prisoner? None of made any sense. Looking around the room, all I saw were toys. In the closet were clothes. Piles of jeans were folded and put away on two different shelves on the wall. I could reach those two shelves. More toys were stashed in the closet. There were two big doll houses there, Barbies and My Little Ponies on the top shelf.

There were three bookcases in the room. One bookcase was specifically children's books, all in alphabetical order. The other two bookcases were filled with everything else. John Saul, James Patterson, Thomas Harris, Stephen King. Murder, fantasy, science fiction. Biographies, autobiographies. Romance, nonfiction. Everything.

There was a TV in a corner. When I turned it on, I quickly figured out that it didn't get any actual channels. It was connected to the DVD/VHS player below it. The TV had no buttons but the power button on the side. I couldn't change the channel or the volume. I could only turn it on or off. The TV itself rested on a small entertainment center. Opening the doors, I found myself staring at row after row of movies.

Where the hell was I?