I'm Not Who I Am

[23] Would you like to dance with me, gentleman?

A/N Edited.

Wade's POV

Where am I?

I can hear something ringing in my ears. Am I moving? But I don't even feel myself walking. Or am I?

Okay, let's try my eyes. I can feel them, but I can't open them. They're heavy as hell, and what is that shining light I see?

Am I going blind? Am I dead?

No. No, I refuse to be dead.

"I thi.....awake now."

"Alrig........him down."

I can faintly hear the voices, it's more muffled, like my ears have something in them to block the sound from going through.

The moving stopped. I feel a thud beneath me. They're putting their hands on my body.

Gross.

I feel a cold hard surface hitting my back and thighs. My hands......I-I can't move them. Are they stuck?? What about my feet?

What the-

And this goddamn headache is annoying.

"Well, well, well. Looks like pretty boy's awake."

"Hey!"

I hear a person shout as they snap their fingers in front of my face. "Hey! Wake the fuck up!"

I felt their hand move my shoulder. Then another kicks my leg, trying to fully wake me up.

"It's not working, do it."

I hear another person's footsteps receding. That's a total 4 people around me.

What's happening now?

As I try to pry one eye open, I felt something wet and cold come into contact with me.

Those shitheads-

I shivered and feel my teeth chattering. The wind wherever I am right now is goddamn cold.

My eyes finally pry themselves open and my eyes slowly move up from their body to their face of the person standing in front of me.

I gaze at a woman. She looks familiar. My eyebrows scrunch, trying to figure out where I've seen her.

Suddenly, like something popped in my mind, my eyes widen and I recognize her.

No fucking way.

"Ella," I mumble.

"Ding, ding, ding!! Pretty boy finally notices me!" Ella says as she glares down at me. "I thought you'd only see Liz, or should I say, Jessica, so I wasn't sure you'd know little 'ol me."

"You know about Jessica?" I ask, coldly. "Wait, what the hell did you do to me? And where am I?"

She just laughs cold-heartedly like I was a joke.

"I guess you still don't get it, huh?" Ella replies as she raises one eyebrow and crosses her arms together. "Look around you. Can't you see? Alright, I'll help you catch up. You're in a warehouse."

I look around me and notice that everything is covered in dust. I can also see materials like wood and metal stuff cluttered everywhere. So telling me that I'm in a warehouse is obvious, even if the person's IQ is as small as a nut.

I turn my head to my left and narrow my eyes to the outside sky. It's still dark out so it must be midnight.

I roll my eyes and look up to her again. "So?"