This is life.

28 ➤ Hello There

I groaned as I woke up, feeling grotty, dizzy and worn out, over all- shitty as hell. I tried to move my arms and I panicked when I felt the metal of cuffs around my wrists and ankles. I whimpered in fear as I desperately tried to get out but it was no use. I look down and sigh when I see I'm still in my club outfit. I can barely think of anything right now. What happened? The last thing I remember was Amy...kissing me. Shit. Did I pass out? Why did I pass out? What the hell happened? Oh no...I'm in their playroom. Amy and Channing's fucking playroom. This disgusts me so much, just the thought of them in here makes me cringe. And how do they even know each other? If Channing knows Amy and if Amy knows Jason then does Jason know Channing?

This is all so fucked up, so very, very, fucked up. This is too unrealistic, almost too cliché yet so unexpected. Something that would only happen in a stupid book or movie. It has to be a dream, it just has to be! I closed my eyes, blinked again and again, but I find myself still cuffed to their dumb bed. I clenched my teeth in anger as I screamed loudly in frustration. "URGH!! OH MY GOD! WHAT THE FUCK! WHAT THE FUCK!" I yelled at the top of my lungs, I actually don't know why, I just have the urge to scream out of pure rage. I breathed heavily as I tried to control myself, not wanting to cause myself to pass out again. I'm still scared out of my skin, why the hell did I pass out?

The door opened and I growled under my breath when I realised it was Amy and Channing, of course, who else would it be? Channing had scratch marks on his face and I almost smiled, knowing that I did that, considering I didn't notice it before. They stood at the doorway and leaned against the frame, not saying a word. Amy crossed her arms and gave me a sympathetic look, whatever, anyone would give me pity right now. "Nicole." She said softly. I raised an eyebrow. "Nicole?" I almost yelled in anger. "I told you." I heard Amy whispered to Channing, I don't think that was meant for me to hear but I heard her anyway. He sighed. "She doesn't remember." He said softly. "Remember what?" I demanded. What were they going on about?

"You might have D.I.D." Amy said after a long sigh. "You mean Dissociative Identity Disorder?" I almost laughed. "I do not have a personality disorder." I denied. "What's the last thing you remember?" She asked. I rolled my eyes. Was she stupid? Why the hell would she ask me that? Just to remind me how disgustingly dirty I felt? "YOU!" I shouted obviously in frustration. "Fucking- kissing me!" I spat irritably. "Then I don't know why but I passed out!" I yelled. "Did you drug me!?" I asked angrily. I swear to god if they drugged me I'm going to lose it, I mean, I may not be in pain but no one wants to be drugged.

"You didn't pass out." Channing suddenly said. "I carried you and by all means you acted somewhat normally, then you went all Jackie Chan on me and clawed my fucking face off." He said as he gestured to his wound. "I threw you onto the bed, cuffed you, then left you while you screamed." He said. I don't know if stayed silent out of shock, anger or denial, I seriously don't know, probably all three, probably even more emotions then that. It seems true but why wouldn't I remember it? "That was 3 minutes ago. You did not pass out." Amy said. Three minutes? Why did it feel more like three hours?

"No, no, no." I denied. "I'm don't have a personality disorder!" I yelled urgently. From the way I'm speaking with such desperation I can tell I'm trying to convince myself more than I'm trying to convince these two cunts right here. But why would they tell me the truth? Why do I somewhat believe them? Urgh this is too confusing.There's only so much my not so smart brain can take! "You called yourself Nicole." Channing said. He was going to say more but I stopped him, not wanting to hear any more ridiculous lies. "Stop it! Stop lying and leave me alone! Both of you!" I yelled. They gave up and walked out without a second glance before locked the door, of course still leaving me cuffed. I felt tears stream down my face and my soft sobs are the only thing audible in this room right now.