"Up now!" The voice restated.
"dad?" i muttered
"ha! you wish i was your dad, now wake up!"
Hazily I looked up. While my vision was coming to, there before me stood a chubby, short, freckle faced, fair skinned girl who looked what seemed to be at least five years older than I .
"Who are you?" I asked shaking due to the thin cold air,"Where am I?"
i watched her shadow move left of my hammock while the lights flickered on the walls.
"Welcome, to sinful riddance & Co. where your pleasures aren't our problem! " she was slowly pacing now, "I'm your lovely host Trisha, and this here, is your luxurious hotel room!"
"really!" I asked amazed by the filthiness of the room."this is the best you've got ?you're joking right?"
"No! I would like to welcome you to a man-made formation of hell, my father's apparent wonderful creation where you are one of maybe a thousand prisoners-" I let her Babel as I took in my surroundings. It (my supposed luxurious room) was almost cell like, fitting the theme of prison, with washed around almost as if I was on a -" are we on a boat?" I asked
"what?" she paused for about two seconds as if that was my one last chance to speak "hush up and listen" she said continuing her lecture of rules schedules and standards almost as if she practiced it a thousand times. I continued my investigation without her obvious help I looked at the rotting walls and grabbed the edge of the sweaty hammock struggling to my feet I tuned into her still rambling and finally cut her off.
"Are we on a boat?" I snapped then suddenly a sharp sting shot up through my neck and a twist developed within my stomach"Gahh!"I shouted as I fell to my knees cringing.
"Oh, daddy no like that! haha, we have a smart one on our hands folks! learning early I see!"
"Yes or no?!" demanded as my voice swelled.
"yes! Sheish lighten up!" she simply replied in fear of my growing attitude.
I took a look at the small cramped room, which was disgusting might I add, there were two poorly placed hammocks a small bucket next to some old newspaper which I assumed to be my toilet."unfinished, beautiful view of well nothing, a porcelain bucket toilet two beautiful genuine hammocks! o wow hash-tag dream house! Wow, you guys wouldn't happen to have a Starbucks nearby would ya?"
then I turned to my left to see smack in the middle of the room a perfectly new or just upgraded hatch door. then my sarcasm fluttered away as I, against my own will, ask Trisha one last question. "why am I here?
Just yesterday I was in my room getting ready to go out with my family and Dillon-" I paused suddenly I found myself to be the one pacing. "ugh... here I am worried about where I am instead of worrying about them. They're probably not worried maybe this is just a joke .
"Oh honey is that all you remember? I understand you know with being out for so long"
"yes and no I only remember getting in a fight at Dillon's after party."
Just before Trisha could open her mouth with a rebuttal a sharp buzzing sound punctured the silence of the room "Pa'Trisha" a stunningly smooth voice said through the loud speakers
"Yes father?"Trisha answered.
"Be a dear, and take our new guest out into the play yard for a few hours?she could use some exercise."
"aww, really? I totes thought Jenny Craig was working for me!"
"Will do father!" she exclaimed with a can do attitude then abruptly the hatch door popped open followed by a slightly hushed hissing sound like it was letting out a lot of compressed air and a man who seemed almost human until he opened his mouth and spoke thus "hello inmate 679-3 follow and
Pa'Trisha out into the play yard."
I looked at him with stunning shock then giggled then of course I said"hello my name is Crystal according to my calculations actually I know that for a fact." giggling with joy as I through in a few robotic hand gestures. Trisha flipped out and punched me in the arm as she whispered" really you must want to get yourself mut-aged" walking me out of the dark dim room.
"mute-aged?"I questioned" don't you mean mutated? cause whatever the heck You just said doesn't even exist. "
"no mute-aged, keep up your smart-alloc act and you'll find out soon enough." she threatened.
