The Five Rooms

Chapter 6

I open my eyes again to a new room. It was dark green, but a lot larger than the boy's room. Maybe it was my own? Maybe I had finally woken up? But I doubted it. Dark green isn't exactly my colour and I don't think I normally wake up lying on the floor.

When I actually look around the room, I know for sure it isn't mine. Hunting pictures line the walls, along with running trophies. There was one bed, unmade with camouflage sheets, and like twenty pillows. The floor was hard wood, yet it looked old and had chips in of it. There are two dressers, one that has a million drawers, clothes hanging out of each one, and the other that is neatly closed and placed. I could smell gun powder in the air, and I shiver at the thought of what could be in there.

The room also had a large bookshelf, that contained only three, small hunting books, and a bunch of pictures. I picked them up and looked through them. I recognized the short, sandy hair, the light grey eyes, and the long, narrow face instantly.

"Paige..." I whisper her name aloud to no one.

I had known the girl all of five minutes maybe, but my heart stilled ached for her. She had died here. Though it was only a dream, she probably wasn't even real.

My mind was starting to believe that less and less.

After taking that moment to think about Paige, I reminded myself again that I had only known her a few minutes, and that technically I didn't actually know her, she could have been planning my own death. Though I doubted, a seemingly sweet girl like that would hurt anyone. Though, obviously she is a hunter so who knows.

"Three dead." That same monotone voice booms around into my mind, breaking my train of thought.

The voice is followed by a noise near the door of the room. I jump, as always. I felt even more scared now without Aria's protection. And that's when the memory comes back to me.

"Aria." I say a lot louder than I had wanted to, and I turn around to look for the door I had went through, but there wasn't one. The room had one door, and I knew it was the hallway door, which would probably lead me out into another random house that I didn't want to be in.

"When will this stupid dream end?" I ask myself in a hushed whisper, the tears I'm holding back clear in my voice.

I start to shake, I was getting really nervous. A dream shouldn't last this long, shouldn't feel so real. I pinch my arm slightly. Nothing.

I pinch it again harder. Still nothing.

Finally, I pinch it as hard as I can basically. Pain wracked through my arm, and I let out a tiny whimper. Still nothing, I don't wake up. I won't wake up. No, not won't. Can't. It's impossible. I'm still awake.

With this new knowledge that this was real, and not a dream, I start to shake even more. I would die here. There was no way I could outfight someone, or out live everyone else. I was just the quiet, scared girl. Always the quiet, scared girl. Though I can't remember most of my past, and it scares me to think about it this way, I'm sure I was the one girl who didn't go to parties. Didn't drink alcohol when offered any. Didn't go out of Friday and Saturday nights. Sat alone or with one friend at lunch. Though I couldn't be sure. My memories were so jumbled I couldn't control them.

I can feel the tears threatening to flood from my eyes again, but I still try to hold them back. I need to at least try to be strong. I take a deep breath and run both hands through my hair. I get up shakily, and lean on the unmade bed for support. My long, light brown hair falls into my face, and I attempt to blow it out, though it doesn't work as I planned and ends up just tangling the hair instead. I sigh, and hold back a small cry that wants to escape me.