The Fairies (On Hold) (May Not Continue)

Chapter 1-Clueless

My eyes sting as if I've held them open for a long time. I blink at the ceiling, noting the strange sunny yellow color and the rough design.

Where am I?

I struggle to remember how I got here, but I come up with a blank. I concentrate hard, trying to see what I remember last. I remember waking up this morning, eating breakfast and talking with my mom, leaving for a jog, and then... nothing. I don't remember going to someone's house, I don't remember being kidnapped, and hell! I barely remember even this morning. At least, I think it was this morning. Who knows how long I've been laying unconcious on the floor. Assuming it's the same day, what is today? I massage my temples and think harder. It's... Saturday, I think. God, what's the matter with me?

I stand up with a grumble and immediately put a hand to my head lightly, feeling faint and slightly nausous. 

I let it pass and look around the room. The whole room is painted this bright, sunny yellow color that is a bit overwhelming. The design is simple, with a vintage looking red couch the only piece of furniture in the room. It faces a large window that looks across mountains. Where the hell am I? I debate whether I should continue exploring the seemingly empty house or go outside, perhaps to make my escape. I decide to continue exploring inside since I have this odd feeling no one is here to look after me and no one is coming to do so.

Actually, it's the fact that I'm taking this all so calmly that I'm freaking out. I don't understand what's wrong with me. I'm having a hard time remembering simple things, I feel uncomfortable in my own skin, and now I feel calm when I'm pretty sure I've been kidnapped and abandoned. 

I roll my shoulders, wincing as my skin stretches and moves. I feel extremely bizarre, like my skin is covered in sand, or that the sand is actually underneath my clothes and skin. My clothes feel uncomfortable even though I'm wearing some loose jeans, a sweatshirt, and comfy tennis shoes. 

I shake my head angrily, maybe I can find some answers by searching through the house.

I walk into a hallway and ignore the stairs on one side and the closed door on the other and keep walking into the kitchen. The kitchen is nice although a little small, with counter tops surrounding the kitchen and matching wooden cabinets. A little island is in the middle with a few stools. A wooden stove that I have no clue how to use is wedged into a break in the coutertops. No dishwasher is in sight, and the sink looks extremely old. The most modern thing I've seen in this house yet is the refridgerator next to the door, but even that looks ancient. I doubt it even runs like it's supposed to.

I turn back into the hallway and decide to save upstairs for last. I have a feeling that I'm not ready for whatever's up there yet. 

I rub my arm and wince and the uncomfort increases. I open the door in the hall and step inside the small bathroom. Only the bare essentials; a toliet that just by the look of it probably doesn't work well, if at all, a bathtub with a shower head that's never been used, and another weird looking sink. A window is just above the toliet and a long mirror is above the sink. I noticed this house has a lot of windows and skylights. I guess I can understand, since I think you're pretty isolated up here and it's so pretty, but it's a little weird too. I step into the bathroom further and go to turn on the sink, checking to see if there's running water. Not even a drip.

I raise my eyes to the mirror and let out a strangled scream. My wide eyes blink back at me through the mirror and I shiver as I realize just how not normal things really are.