I was sleeping when some curly haired boy in his late twenties came barging from the door, shouting and creaming. He was freaked out and panicked. He kept saying those exact same words for what seemed like a million times: "where is she?"
When he spot me, he just freezed and stood there, paralyzed, his eyes beginning to tear up. He suddenly fell on his knees and began cursing his life and the way things have turned.
That sweet woman, whom I learned her name was Sophia, helped him back on his feet and calmed him. She whispered some things in his ear before exiting the room, leaving me alone with that weird boy. He didn't stop staring at me as he recollected himself. The look in his eyes was freaking me out, and the feeling that was haunting me since I first opened my eyes to find myself here came again: I was definitely missing something. Maybe even the whole point.
"What?" I finally snap.
"I'm gonna tell you a story, and I am not leaving this room until my story's done."
He seemed so determinated, so sure of himself and I had no idea what the hell was going on.
The first hour or so passed so slowly with him sitting on the chair near my bed, silent. He didn't say a word after he sat and he just kept looking at me. I didn't want to ask him anything, i was tired of all the non-answered questions floating around me.
"I'm Tyler." He finally says, his voice soft and calmer than before.
"Euhm, I'm Skye, I guess?"
He laughs at the sarcasm in my voice then leans forward to get closer to me.
"They told me you get bored a lot in here, so they hired me to tell you a story."
He's hiding something, he certainly is. Is he taking me for some teenage dumb girl?
"A story?" I mock him, " Are you kidding me? The only thing I know is that I'm twenty one years old and don't like stories."
He's pissing me off.
