I sit up quickly and back up against the wall. The stranger seems to notice I'm awake and looks over, startled. I look around the room to see if there is anything I can use to protect myself with. They get up and start walking over to the bed, their features slowly coming to light. It was a girl who looked to be just a bit older than me. Her hair was a mix of pink and blue, tied up in a messy bun. She seems tall from my perspective, and a slender frame. Her eyes show a mix of kindness and excitement, and her small smile makes her seem approachable. A large forest green trench coat covered with pins hung off of her like a shroud yet it suited her quite well. Under the coat she wore a light blue tank top and dark blue skinny jeans. As she got closer I cowered more.
'Where am I? Who is she? Does she know him? Are they friends? When did I change into pajamas? When did it get to be nighttime? Don't trust her. I'm in danger. Get ready for a fight. Get ready to run.'
She smiled a bit more and gave me a small wave before sitting at the end of the bed. "How're ya feelin' kid? You were pretty torn up when you came in." She looked over and her smile faded when she saw my expression. "You okay kid? You seem a bit on the defensive side." I didn't answer. She shrugged and got up, walking over to the record player in the corner of the room. She picked up a record and set it on the track. She hit play and Youth Lagoon, my favorite artist, started playing softly and instantly I relaxed a little. "I washed your dirty-ass clothes, they're over on the nightstand. Once you're done changing, come downstairs for a bite to eat." She winked and walked out, shutting the door behind her. I got up and my bare feet hit the ground, causing a shock to surge through my body. I looked down and realized I no longer had my binder on. I ran over to the pile of neatly folded clothes and threw them all onto the bed. I frantically searched through them until I found it. It looked completely new, the only thing that made me sure it was mine was my name written on the tag. I sighed in relief and slipped out the pajamas I woke up in.
'Just breathe. If anything happens, just run. But for now, you're okay. You're okay. You have to keep going.'
After I finished changing, I walked over to the full-length mirror and looked over my image. My white hair was a tousled mess. The bags under my eyes had gotten a little better and I'm starting to look more and more my age, rather than a forty year old man. My giant Breakfast Club shirt hung off of me under the red plaid flannel that would fit a lumberjack better. My ripped black skinny jeans hugged my legs comfortably and my Converse feel like slippers. I looked in my bag at the end of the bed and took out my glasses. It was a sort of light prescription, but I felt naked without them on. They were the same glasses that Harry Potter had, except the frames were a tad wider and bigger. Now back in comfortable clothes, I left the room, following the scent of food downstairs.
