Saving Troy

Cloud Nine (Ch. 5)

I'm starting to get back into the habit of writing again so hopefully more chapters will come out faster and the story will start going somewhere with tons more purpose!

At least this is what I hope!

Thank you for your time and patience.

I know how frustrating it can be to have to wait forever for the next chapter to come out when you've been sucked into a book. I really am sorry!!!

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I woke up in what felt like to be an extremely wonderful cloud. And I would have thoroughly enjoyed laying in the kings sized bed with the most pure white sheets and the beautiful way the sun came into the window, with the long peach curtains. If it wasn't for the small little detail of not knowing where the hell I was.

My body shot up from the softness of the pillow and I struggled with pulling the hair out of my face. My eyes searching swiftly trying to find some kind of familiarity, any idea of where I was. But nothing was at all familiar and that scared me. My breath started to pick up and the need to get out of this place became more urgent.

I stood up almost immediately glad to see that I still had all my clothes on but only to be hit with a wave of nausea. I doubled over holding my stomach from the sudden feeling. I looked around the room once more finding an even more urgent need of finding a toilet to throw up in and not the ground.

The room had three doors and I was running out of time because I could taste the tart copper saliva that you get in your mouth when you know something is building in your throat that shouldn't be. All the doors in the room were on different sides of the room so I knew I had to move quickly. So I went with instinct on the first door to my left and it opened, thankfully, to a beautiful white marble bathroom. Although I didn't get much of a chance to look as I frantically scrambled to the toilet just in time to heave out a mixture of things, I didn't know for sure what. This gut wrenching episodes went on for what felt like forever and even after everything that could possibly be in my stomach was gone it still kept going. I finally got to rest my hot and clammy head on the cold porcelain toilet, not even caring what else had touched that spot, for a small moment until a soft rap came from the open doorway.

"Katie...?" I heard a slightly familiar voice call for me slowly and thoughtfully, "Do you need some help?"

I scrambled to flush what I hurled into the toilet away, watching the sick mass twirl then be sucked away for what felt like the billionth time. I sat there in a daze as I watch the clean water replace it. I didn't look to see who was in the doorway, not because I knew who was there. I had no idea who said my name or why he knew it. I sat there and stared because I didn't have an answer to his question. Was I ok?

"Hey..." I heard him softly then some movement, "It's ok. Don't cry. Shhh... It's ok, Katie."

Once his hand touched my shoulder, I snapped out of my daze to realize I was crying. I finally turned to look at my stranger and that was all I could do was stare at him.

After a couple moments, a rough chuckle fell from his lips followed by a smirk.

"We never got to actually meet with everything that happened. I'm Troy." He reached his hand out to me and the gesture was weird to me.

Just unnatural for the situation. What high school kid does something like shake a girl's hand who was throwing her guts up only moments before. Once my eyes hit his hand another wave of nausea hit my stomach and I turned just in time to not miss the toilet. I felt gentle fingers collect my hair out of my face and then the sink turn on. I reached to flush the toilet when it seemed like the nausea had past for the moment.