Several words smeared across the pages in black clumpy ink. "Once in for twenty-four never out." What could that mean?!? I storm off to my computer and sit down and open it up faster than I can run. i type in the phrase. A few million pages come up. What page will have the right idea? There has to be something in this few million. "UGH, I give up!" I yell. I Jump onto my bed and lay down and stare into the ceiling like it has all the answers. I snatch the book from my side, and sneer at the several words smeared across the pages. "Wait!" I run to the computer "The Harvely world, Once in for twenty-four never out" I typed that in more than hopeful that something would be found, something that would put this mystery to rest. Suddenly something I've been looking for popped up on my computer screen. These words would change my take on this book after all. "These words on this book mean a lot. Don’t ignore this, they mean once your in for more than 24 hours you're stuck. That’s it, no going back. Ever." Dose that mean I'm a fictional character? None of this makes sense. Shall I push on or just leave it here? So many Hows, what if's, and whats, though my mind unanswered. Will they ever be answered? I Pick up the book, and I look at the door and back. I open the book.. I Suddenly have the feel as if I was sleeping. I can't move. I feel like I'm locked inside my own body. I open and to my surprise I can flutter them. I look around shocked, I'm in a hospital surrounded by white. White sheets, white counter tops. White walls and white floors. Sleek metal cabinets line the walls filled with little silver sprays, and golden pill packets. I slowly pull my legs from the white sheets, to set them on the cold hard, but very clean and white floors. I look down at my feet and wiggle my toes to ensure that they still work well. I get up to find that broken man, I picked up off the side of the road to be in a chair in the corner of the room. Tapping his foot so slowly it's annoying. He chuckles. It's so annoying, that I want to choke him for every little movement he makes. He proceeds to get up and square his eyes onto me like I'm his prey. I walk a little closer to him, he looks up and down me like a male officer about to pat down a female. He grabs my hip like I'm his girlfriend. I ram my arm into his neck and tack him into the wall. He's full of fear, I can just smell it. He's left speechless, though, probably because I'm cutting off his air. I let my arm down and I spare him. We lock eye contact one last time before I run. I'm not running from the hospital, I'm running from him and every other fear that comes with knowing him.
