Is This True?

Chapter 21

Darkness.

It was nothing new, really. There had been too many instances in my life where my eyes had opened up to only darkness. Light was the only thing absent, keeping me unaware of the issues of life. 

I remember distinctly though in a flash of a second that I was falling, clutching onto anything to dear life which just happened to be the object I was holding. It didn't help me much since I fell, but somehow, one way or another, I managed to reach the surface. I remember opening my eyes and seeing light once again--not to mention a breath of fresh cold air. It burned into my lungs as I breathed it in as the coldness of the water below me stung like pressing needles. It hurt so much, that I could barely move. The weight was so overwhelming; I almost sank back into the deep, but I held onto a small piece of ice that remained afloat along with me. I scarcely remember what happened after that. I just pulled myself out of the lake and slowly crawled my way to the edge inch by inch.

My backpack still lay idle from where it fell, but the journal I was holding was nowhere to be seen.

I lost it.

I couldn't believe I lost it.

But then again, that was the plan: not for me to die but for the journal to be lost.

***

Blink. Blink.

I breathed in deeply as if I were still drowning, but I wasn't. I was still alive, of course, just not where I expected to be.

I was in a house.

But this wasn't just any ordinary house, I was back in Chelsea and Jordan's house--the house I was house sitting for when they'd be gone for their honeymoon. I was wrapped in a blanket on one of their sofas, still in my original clothes. But I know for sure, I didn't do this on my own.

I instantly began to panic. How on earth did I get here? Was I just dreaming?

I then unwrapped myself from the blanket--which just so happened to be my Captain America blanket--and felt my clothes. They were still damp.

So this was real.

Again, how did I get here? Surely, I would have remembered if I had driven myself here; but the thing is, I didn't. I would have crashed my car for sure!

Looking around, my eyes spotted my backpack lying against a rocking chair in the corner. Shuffling through my stuff, I find my gun in the midst of it and hold it close. I didn't know who or what I was dealing with, but it was obviously someone. I know I didn't leave the radio on, especially since it's playing classic oldies.

Definitely not.

Still not fully recovered, I slowly but cautiously made my way into the kitchen. I could hear the radio much more clearly than I was in the living--which was across the hall that led into the kitchen--so I still carefully peeked around the corner before entering.

Nobody was there.

Scanning the area, my eyes landed on a crock pot that was obviously being used on the stove. Peeking through the small opening, to me, it looked like a pot of potato soup. I wasn't entirely sure how I should be feeling right now: pleased that someone cared enough to wrap a blanket around me and make me some warm soup or the fact on how creepy it was someone did this without knowing where I lived for the time being or where everything was.

Wow.

I hadn't thought about that before, but I knew for sure that soup smelled delicious even if there was a chance it could be tampered with poison. I couldn't take any chances. And another creepy fact?