A Getaway Pill | Brendon Urie

3 | Every Word Gets You A Step Closer To Hell

Drained. Empty.

It feels like everything in me is fading away so...gradually. I can't remember a thing after me slowly passing out that night. All of my energy gone. Hell, I feel heavy and goddamn I can't feel my limbs.

My back flatly pressed on a very cramped mattress and I don't want to move, I can't move. I feel so tired that I can't even open my eyelids.

Then it obviously happened, it all hit me.

The red dress, Angelina assuring me about my date, the loud party night club, teenagers swirling everywhere, my new found friend Dallon, and those mesmerizing pair of dark chocolate eyes. Of course.

"Morning call time everybody, Wake up!" An authoritative voice that interrupted my thoughts startled me.

The screech of metal on metal pierced my ears as I felt a light beam behind my closed eyelids. I slowly opened them and adjusted my eyesight to have a clear vision on to what's happening.

I'm inside a small spaced room and I'm currently lying down on which I assume is a deck bed, and I'm at the lower bunk. Beside this deck bed was another one, there were three girls who wore the same thing; a blue tank top and black shorts. It wasn't that long until I felt that I was wearing the same thing as them.

They walked past by my bed, not giving me a look as they left the room. As much as I want to move, follow and go talk to them to ask what in the world is happening, I can't seem to do it.

I feel so helpless and weak. What is happening? Where am I?!

"I see, my new doll is awake."

I tilted my head carefully to look at the owner of the voice.

"How're you feeling?" Fucking terrible, I feel terrible.

"So you still can't speak?" I just stared at the man, not knowing how to react. "That's normal, don't worry. I can.. we can all get to hear your obviously sweet voice when you recover, just get your full rest, my dear. I can't wait to hear your voice." He chuckled. I can already hear the arrogance in his voice.

The man looks crusty, maybe around his 50's. He's wearing a white cowboy hat made from straw that covered his obvious grey hair. His faded blue eyes bore into mine. "You look bothered. You're probably wondering why you're here." Well yes, isn't that obvious now?

I have no clue, I'm just really tired and all I wanna do is to just close my eyes and drift off to sleep again. My mind is blank and my body is not cooperating either. Every energy that I have the night before completely vanished and I'm here stuck in my head, not entirely sure what to focus on and what to think about to be honest.

I let out a small groan, indicating him to carry on with his sentence.

"You see, a pretty doll like you would be a great deal for many.. many good things in this community." He offered me a vain smile.

A chill shot through my veins and my eyes met his again. What's that supposed to mean?
A handful of assumptions streamed inside my head, matching my quick heart beat and faint breathing.

A pretty doll? Why the hell is he comparing me to a doll...and a great deal for a community? What?

My breath hitched and for a minute there, I finally knocked some sense inside me as I'm starting to realize the situation I'm currently in. What is happening exactly? Where am I?!

A light chuckle snapped me out of my thoughts making me look at the man, "Later darling, you will eventually realize why, and you'll get why. I own you and there's nothing you can do about it. Respect the rules and it'll be easy for you. Obey my commands and you will survive. Darling... Welcome to your new life." He spoke, not pausing for a minute every sentence. A sinister smile creeping onto his pale face.

For a moment there, I think I just witnessed my own self die. My heart sank because I think I already know what he meant. I think I already know what the fuck's going on.

And it was far from pretty.