The Walls Have Ears

Your POV (Chapter 8)

The next time I woke up I felt comfortable and safe. I also felt a lot less dizzy and sick.
I was in a room. On a bed. Tucked in and asleep in full white track pants and a long sleeved shirt.

I'm not in the truck anymore...so where...?

As if sensing I was awake the room lit up by lights I couldn't locate, and I could see a lot better. The simple bed I was in was pressed up against the corner of the room, and there was nothing else in here.

A screen came down from the ceiling, just like the ones on aeroplanes, and a bunch of graphs and charts came up, accompanied by numbers and words I didn't understand.

"Status: Awake and Well Rested"

A robotic woman's voice said. I observed the screen and realised the same thing was written up by a picture of me with my full name underneath.

The hell?

I frantically tried to read everything else on the screen. On one side was a coloumn that read: Hormone levels: oxytocin 11%, Peptin YY  42%, Adrenaline level 78%, and a bunch of other hormones I suspected.

On the other side was a coloumn labeled: Emotion estimate: Curious.

Other information up there was stuff like my current age (down to the month, day, hour and minute), where I was born, history of injuries, mental health diagnostics and other stuff I didn't understand or know.

Who has access to all this stuff? And where did they get it from? Where the hell am I?

There was a digital clock at the top center of the screen that read 9:06 AM. I wondered where the hell I was and how long I'd been asleep for. I wondered about what I was doing here and who was holding me here, on the short term I also thought if I was going to be given food and water.

Feeling numb I stood up and walked to the middle of the room. There was a very high ceiling which gave the big room and even bigger feel. I was standing under the screen which was very thin, almost like a thin piece of glass, definitely not even thick enough to be a TV.

I hear a mechanical sound and turn to see the bed I was asleep on being pulled away throught an opening in the wall just big enough to pull it through. I watch the only other object in the room besides the screen disappear into the solid white wall.

Everything is quiet once again and I realise how hungry I am.

"Nutrition level below 10%, Now commencing Breakfast"

I watch as a thinner opening in the wall slides open and a table emerges, fully set with a plate, utensils and a small vase with a white flower inside to match the rest of the room.

A sort of bench unfolds from the wall as well, and I go to investigate. On the plate, perfectly arranged are five pieces of bacon, scrambled eggs, two pieces of french toast and a little white bowl filled with strawberry jam.

But I'm so thirsty.

I consider drinking the flower water but then a cup holder holding a cup of Orange juice emerges from the same wall. I immediately feel guilty for being picky when I've been given such a generous breakfast, but then I realise I've most likely been put in a jail of some sort, and the guilt goes away.

I sit down still admiring the food before me, I can't remember the last time I had such a full breakfast. I pick up the fork with a shaking hand and pick up some scrambled egg. The first forkful hits my tongue and I don't stop eating untill the whole plate is empty.

I feel a little less tense knowing that at least I'll be fed.