Somewhere Here On Earth

Chapter 3: Free

I awoke this present day to the mumbling noises of my television. I guess I had left it on during the previous night. I flicker my eyelids to bring leverage to my fading vision and cocked my head to it. It appeared to be a ruckus happening in Chanhassen, Minnesota. That is where my residence Paisley Park is. That was the place that I once lived, not anymore. I observed fiercely at the occurrence on my television. I saw my family members and acquaintances sobbing upon the news. It conjured a sorrowful feeling inside of me. A bundle of words flooded my screen as I read them. 'Prince Rogers Nelson, dead at 57.' I was disturbed by such verbiage. What were these people suddenly going on about? I hadn't even departed for this earth yet. I indeed had to get to the bottom of this. I didn't have anyone to speak to this about, At least I thought. I was strolling outside of my new abode when I gazed at a pair of mysterious eyes that seemed to be glaring back. I recognized the man in front of me. It was one of the men before who carried me off to their 'dungeon'. I approached him in a very friendly manner. He seemed quite hesitant to talk with me; but he did anyhow. He explained that he doesn't mention the CS outside of their 'region' in Dubai. I, of course remained suspended in a baffled state. The enigmatic man, before he disappeared into thin air gifted me a white index card. It seemed to be the information of the CS. I glared at the index card in curiosity to find where this number lead. The memory of those few moments spun in my head. I never did find out where that number lead. I clutched upon the phone that resided on my nightstand and gave it a ring. The number lead to the infamous CS 'dungeon'. A resistant toned voice answered my call and I identified myself to him. I couldn't see him; but I could tell that he nodded at my response. 'It is all apart of our plan.' The man reassured. I questioned him once I heard him utter this. 'You are now a legal citizen of Dubai.' He ended our conversation by one click of a button. I hated technology. I never used the telephone unless it was absolutely essential. I didn't know what sort of emotions were gathering inside. There were multiple queries that constructed in my mind. How could this happen and why was it happening to me? 

The television began to capture my attention once more. This time it showed the sheriff of Minnesota Police Department. It seemed that the evidence of my body hasn't been discovered yet.