Is This True?

Chapter 27

A/N
OH MY GOSH, IT'S BEEN SIX MONTHS. ENJOY!

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Don't define your world in black and white because there is so much hiding amongst the grays.

There were so many things I didn't realize until now, but it was too much for my little mind to fathom. It all came together, so perfectly clear. So clear, it was as if it were a puzzle slowly piecing itself together.

I was right.

Everything from the past was connected. From the incidents at the cabin and the hotel, from the people I met, or the future I would yet behold, they all played a vital part. I didn't know who to trust or what to believe, so I did all of the above. It was a mistake on my part, but what else can you do, when you have no choice? When you don't know what to believe?

I just followed my gut instinct and my heart, but what I thought was in my heart was just over thought knowledge that crept into my head. It wasn't real; it wasn't true. My mind was starting to play tricks on me again; it had to be. Who do I trust? What do I believe? Where do I go? What do I do?

Help me. My mind pleaded. Someone help. Someone get me out of here.

But firstly, I had absolutely no idea where I was. How could someone then help me?

Reality suddenly hit me with a rush to the head along with an overwhelming amount of emotions. Panic set in, trickling through every inch of my being. Sweat began to scale down my back as my chest heaved for a gasp of breath. I breathed it in deeply, choking on the air as the aroma of an awful stench greeted me.

I just couldn't remember where I was.

No matter how hard I tried, my mind was one, long blank sheet of paper.

My senses were shot as well as my awareness of my surroundings. Everything seemed tight and dark as if I were being crumpled up into a tiny ball. I couldn't breath; I couldn't move. My hands jerked an inch, realizing I could finally regain my sense of feeling. It was more like it was my nerves jolting through me which caused jerking movements in my body. Even my head suddenly shot upward unintentionally, but it only caused me more pain than it was worth. The back of my head hurt so much, the groanings weren't fathomable to describe the tensity of the strain of the muscles. I could barely keep my own head up nor move it even an inch without the temptation of tears to slip out the corners of my eyes.

It wasn't worth it just yet.

My head felt like it was on fire, the back of it too sensitive to even rest my head on whatever was behind me. It seemed to be a wall of some sort, obviously. To me, it felt like a brick wall based on the rigid lines; but it didn't matter if this was a brick wall or a concrete one. What mattered was that I had to get out of here one way or another.

Jingle. Jingle.

I shook my hands, but they were bound. Bounds by chains. I shook my hands vigorously than before, but it didn't seem to help. I was stuck here.

But for how long?

How long was I to be here? Would someone help me? Would someone find me? No. I was here alone. I had to stop relying on people to save and to help me. No. This was my mission. I had to do this on my own. But how on earth could I get out of here? There was only one way, and I needed a key. But that just only leads to another question: how could I possibly get a hold of a key?