Welcome to the Wattpad Block Party - Winter Edition III!
Round FIVE of this popular event is coming your way the entire month of February 2017 and it's going to be epic! The invites have started to roll out and everyone from your all time favo...
Hey everyone! I'm SarahBensonBooks on Wattpad and happy to be returning to the Wattpad Block Party. I am best known on Wattpad for my YA fantasy Shadow Wars books and my romance RESTLESS HOPE.
I'm excited to share with you today an excerpt from WHITEOUT, a short story included in the SNOW anthology written by several awesome Wattpad authors.
Synopsis: Alicia Larson wakes up in a remote cabin in northern Idaho, unable to remember who she is or why she is there. She stumbles into a gas station and is shocked to discover from a missing persons poster that she has been gone for eight months! A handsome doctor helps her try to escape her mental prison and regain her lost memories.
When the police can't find Alicia's kidnappers, she realizes her terrifying ordeal is far from over unless she can piece together the clues that will reveal what happened to her. Soon, even the closest people in her life are under suspicion, and time is running out to prevent something terrible from happening, again.
A huge thanks to the lovely @KellyAnneBlount for putting the party together and providing the opportunity to share this sneak peek with you!
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WHITEOUT
Chapter 1: Abandoned
The first thing I see is light.
Bright, white light that fills my vision, then forms into hazy shapes that sharpen into focus. Through the window, I see a field blanketed with snow. I see mounds of white obscuring trees and bushes, and ice slashes etched on the glass by the hand of winter. It feels like a dream world.
The scene seems familiar, as if I know this place, but I can't quite remember how. I squint my eyes against the white, and I realize that it is more than the stuff of dreams. It is real.
My eyelid itches. I lift my hand to scratch it and realize I can't move it. Twisting my head to the side to see what's wrong, I realize I am chained to the rusted bed frame with handcuffs.
Panicked, I pull again. The metal cuts into my right wrist, and I bite my lip to keep from crying out.
Why am I here?
I lift my left hand—it's free. I sit up in the bed and gingerly touch the handcuffs with my fingers. They are heavy duty, and they aren't going anywhere.
Pulling back an army-green blanket, I look down at myself and notice the only thing I'm wearing is a flimsy blue dress with tiny white flowers. It doesn't seem like something I would typically wear.
The mattress is a disgusting mess of stains, gray pinstripes and squished metal springs that poke out of the fabric in places. I shudder.
I try to remember how I came here, try and fail.
Who am I?
How long have I been gone? A day? A week?
The panic deepens. Cool air chills my legs, and I realize it is entering from the crack under the door. I feel the coldness spread to my core. I need to find a way to leave this place. I need to go...but where?
