The breeze gently whispers against my skin, and I feel the softness of my blanket wrapped around me. I look outside my open window and stare in awe of the sunrise. How each shade of red blends so perfectly with the peeking light of the sun. I tug the fluffy rose scented covers around my shoulder and smile. It was calming to not have to think about my problems... It was nice to dream...?
I spring myself up on the bed and look around the room which is an incredible site. Its filled with paintings of all sorts, well, paintings in progress. The canvases are all filled with bizarre paintings, some dark and menacing while others of nature and animals. There are all sort of brushes and paint laid about the room. Although it doesn't seem messy, almost as if everything is scattered in its place.
Am I dreaming?
The strong smell of paint hits me, and I immediately decide to leave the room before I get a headache. Okay, so I am definitely not dreaming because you can't sense smells in a dream... right?
I walk out the room, and everything just felt so surreal. Maybe its because I just woke up, or because I am really confused on what's happening...
Two rooms with closed doors surround me along with a set of stairs leading to downstairs. Fear starts setting in and I immediately went to leave wherever I was. I don't think it would be a smart idea to investigate the rooms either. What if I was kidnapped? I touch my pants to see if I have my cellphone with me, and luckily its tucked in my pajamas pants, which is strange. If someone were to kidnap me why would they let me keep my phone.
Unless, there isn't any signal... I turn my phone on and thankfully it's 60% charged, and i look at my bars which not surprisingly are not there, but as I step down the stairs the bars signal slowly goes to 1 then 2 then... nope that's all I got. I quickly text my mom and dial 911.
"Oh you're awake."
My heart jumps like 10 beats and I jolt around, almost tripping over myself on the stairs.
A stranger stands before me.
"Ah..."
"How are you feeling?"
"Uhh..." Why could I not say anything?! My heart was beating so fast and I started to look around for an escape. Anything, to get away.
"I'm not going to hurt you, you know..."
"Who are you and why am I here?" I gulp, finally managing to say something, even in the midst of panic.
"You're here because I want to help you"
"Help me, by kidnapping me? I don't think it works like that." I slowly step down from the stairs trying to gain some distance, or possibly finding I sharp object. I should've taken a paintbrush from upstairs, goddammit.
"I know your mother is abusive, okay? I thought I could help you..."
"Excuse me?! What the hell.." I really wanted to see if my mom had replied and I felt like an idiot because I didn't even press call on 911.
"If you want to help me, then let me go. THIS, what is happening right now, is also a form of abuse so...." I began to feel dizzy, but I struggle against the urge to collapse. My eyesight gets fuzzy but I can make out the stranger approaching closer and closer. I try to move my body but have a feeling numbness, and then nothing at all.
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I slowly open my eyes again, and feel a lot of pressure on the side of my head. I wince in pain. I look up to see short black hair dangling in front of me and I follow it up to the strangers face close to mine. I jolt up in surprise, banging my head against his, and worsening my headache.
He takes a step back, holding his head and lightly cursing.
"Who ARE YOU?" Panic sets in and i feel drenched in an overwhelming feeling of fear.
I scream. As loud as a possibly can, i try to get up but the man pins me down on the couch, and covers my mouth. I try to close my mouth in hopes to bite his hand off, but he puts too much pressure on it, it begins to hurt and I try to kick him with my legs but he gets on top of me. securing his body over mine. He makes sure I can't move at all, holding my arms with one hand, covering my mouth with the other, and using his legs to hold mine.
Tears start to roll down my eyes, this is so pathetic. I couldn't even get a scratch on him. I'm going to die. This is it. All my 17 years of existence comes to an end with this sad fight.
"Okay, listen" He finally starts to talk, looking really distraught and tired.
" You were not kidnapped, your mother knows where you are right now, and is doing this to help you."
My eyes widen in disbelief. He doesn't actually expect me to believe this lie... I try to struggle my way out but he puts more pressure on me causing me to stop.
He sighs acting as if he is the one struggling right now. This is unbelievable.
"I know this seems scary, but you're mother wanted you to be sent away like this for therapy. She didn't tell you what was going to happen because it's a part of a study that is being conducted right now, with you."
What.... in the world... I try to say something but only muffled noises come out.
"I can't tell you much because I'm only temporarily in charge of you, and I don't want to hurt you. I'm gonna remove my hand, so we can talk, okay? Please don't scream." He has such a gentle smile on his face that it almost makes me regret biting his hand as hard as humanly possible.
Almost.
