What You Need (Lauren/You)

Chpt. 3: You're Not Alone

Lauren POV

I woke up to a startlingly loud siren blaring throughout the confining room and a red light, strobing on and off. I jumped out of bed and shielded my ears from the painfully loud sound, shutting my eyes tightly in the process. The sound kept bouncing off the walls as I began to panic. What the hell was happening? Was something wrong?

My first move was to search the room for Y/N. There wasn't many places she could be, but she wasn't next to me this morning. I looked to her side of the room and, of course, there she was. I felt kinda dumb for thinking she'd be anywhere else. There was nowhere to go.

What she was doing kind of bothered me. There she was, sitting in the corner of her room . . . Eating? This bothered me for two reasons; 1) She was completely and utterly unbothered by the ear-piercing sound and headache-inducing light. And 2) She was eating. Here I was, freaking out. While she was peacefully eating, what looked to be breakfast. I hadn't eaten in a, or even thought about food very much. Now was when I realized how hungry I was.

She turned her head and her eyes met mine. Her face softened and she sent me a small smile when she saw the panicked look on my face. Her calmness eased me a little, but not completely. I was still scarred. She probably had no clue what was happening either. She was just trying to calm me when she, herself had no clue what was going on.

'It's okay.' She mouthed to me, a reassuring look on her face. She then pinched some scrambled eggs off her plate and brought them to her mouth. She wasn't given utensils, and honestly; I don't blame him for not giving them to her. She's been down here for almost a year, with the right motivation she could probably take down whoever is holding us down here with a spoon.

After a few minutes (I think), the sound died and the light turned off completely. Y/N instantly set her empty plate aside and made her way to the iron bars.

"Good, you're awake!" She beamed. That was the stupidest fucking thing I've heard in awhile.

"Of fucking course I'm awake right now!" I snapped, "Did you not just fucking hear that loud ass siren shit?!" I'm not even sure if that sentence made sense but the words just flowed perfectly, and loudly, out of my mouth. Her eyes widened like a deer in the lights of an oncoming bus.

"Are you okay?" Her tone was concerned but I couldn't help but feel like she was mocking me in some strange way.

"No! I'm not o-fucking-kay! How the fuck do you expect me to be okay right now! How am I supposed to be okay when no one knows I'm locked down here, alone!" I shouted angrily. I felt tears begin to gather in my eyes. I didn't want cry, I just couldn't help the few tears that managed to slip out of my eyes. I moved my hand to my forehead and started rubbing it softly, trying to relieve some stress.

When Y/N stayed quiet I began pacing back and forth. She shook her head at me, taking a few steps back.

"Unbelieveable." She murmured. "You're not alone, Lauren," She began. "I get that you want your family and friends right now, but you're not alone. I'm standing right in front of you!" She shouted the last part.

I took a step back in fear. I've never heard her yell before. Usually she's calm and so put together. Then again, I've only known her for a day. I must've hit a switch with her.

"God, Lauren! You have no fucking idea what's it's like being alone! You've been down here for a day, I've been down here for a year! A fucking year! You're the most I've seen of a person in an entire year and you have the fucking nerve to say you're a-alone!" Her voice cracked during the end of her sentence and guilt automatically started coursing through my veins. "I've tried to make this as easy as possible for you a-and you act like this is the easiest thing for me. It's not." Her voice was softer now. I could see it in her eyes, she was on the edge of a breakdown. "The first few days are the easiest. The longer you're here, the harder it gets. Believe me, I've been down here longer than anybody. And I've been down here all alone." She finished, dropping to her knees and sobbing her pretty little eyes out. She covered her face with her hands and started sobbing harder.

I felt so bad. I didn't mean to make her cry. In that moment, I just wanted to squeeze through the bars and comfort her. Which obviously couldn't happen. It broke my heart know I was the cause of this. She been nothing but nice to me and this is how I repay her.

"Y/N?" I said softly. "I'm so sorry I didn't mean to-"

I was cut off by the same siren and flashing red light. Y/N removed her head from her hands and wiped her tears away. She stood up and looked around, confused.

So, she doesn't know what's happening which means it's completely okay to freak out, right?

"What's happening?!" I shouted over the loud sound. Y/N simply shrugged, completely dumbfounded. Tears were still silently streaming down her soft cheeks.

All of a sudden, four-inch thick cement walls started emerging from the ceiling on either side of the iron bars. Fuck! They were gonna separate us even more.

Y/N quickly walked over to the walls that were slowly but surely closing us in. I felt my heartbeat pick up. Now I was definitely going to be alone. What if something bad happens to Y/N while I can't see her to make sure she's okay? What if something bad happens to me?

"Lauren!" She shouted, she started crouching slowly so she could keep her eyes on me. "Everything's going to be fine!" She reassured me, as if the past ten or fifteen minutes never happened.

"You're going to be okay, I promise!" Were her last words to me before the walls met the floor and we were separated completely.

My first instinct was to start crying. God, I'm such a crybaby.

"Lauren," I heard a feminine, robotic voice say.

I looked around to try and figure out where it was coming from. There was no obvious speaker or intercom. I was officially freaked out.

"Lauren," it repeated. "Open the chute." It instructed.

Chute? What the fuck is a chute. I looked around the room in search of a 'chute'.

Then a I hear a thud coming from behind the square steel door. That must be the chute.

I walked over and opened it cautiously.

Inside was steamy plate of breakfast food. Scrambled eggs were piled on with two strips of bacon and one plain-pancake.

"Eat," The voice commanded.

"What if I don't want to?" I replied, crossing my arms over my chest.

"Eat." It repeated, only this time it was harsher.

I wasn't about to argue with my captor, so I unfolded my arms and took the plate out of the chute. Not gonna lie, the food smelled delicious. And it looked delicious.

"Eat." It rushed.

Why was it so eager for me to eat? Was it part of this psychopath's master plan? Maybe the food was poisoned.

All at once, a million thoughts came rushing to my head. I ultimately decided I shouldn't eat anything it gives me. I shouldn't take anything it gives me.

"I don't want your food!" I shouted, smashing the glass plate against the wall.

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