Tripped & Fell (ON HOLD)

Chapter 1: What have I woken myself up to?

{Tripped & Fell}
Chapter 1: What have I woken myself up to?
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Honestly, what would you do if you woke up to a completely crazy day where nothing seems to be familiar?

1. Scream for your life?
2. Pretend you didn't know you're being pranked by Ashton Kutcher?
3. Accept the fact that you died and now you're in heaven?
4. Break a dozen of eggs for no reason at all?

Hmm, well I did all of the above. Not necessarily in chronological order, but still did them all.

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I opened my eyes reluctantly, feeling the pounding effects of sleep deprivation and tiredness. I rolled over groaning, my head landing on a polka dot cushion. Hmm, I wonder when I got that. I suddenly got up, taking in my surroundings as everything about the interior of the room alarmed me. From the gray pastel walls, to the wide window that filled the area with the warm sun ray.

This definitely isn't my window and those are definitely not my pink walls.

Oh crap, what exactly happened last night? I didn't sleep with anyone right? I lifted up my sheets to find myself wearing white cotton pajamas in a panda print. What the hell? Couldn't be at a party last night, I was studying all night, in fact I didn't leave the house at all, beside giving a quick walk to Roger - our neighbour's dog. Other than that, I was home studying on a Monday. I was sure of that.

I furrow my eyebrows and shut my eyes to try to remember the exact last two things I did before dazing off to sleep; I texted Hailey a good night - as per usual, then stalked Shawn Newman - as per usual. I remember that as clear as the sun.

Hailey, is my bodyguard, my mom, my driver, my relationship adviser, my makeup and personal stylist. My bestie. Shawn, is one of God's finest creations. Boy is he good looking. I could swear ever since the he walked in school he managed to sweep me off my feet and we hadn't even spoken to each other yet. Ugh, Shawn... My forever crush.

Should I wait for mom to burst in and wake me up from this dream with her favourite Italian hand painted ceramic jug and splash every drop of water on me?

Hmm, she would've already done that by now if she was really here...

I pull myself to rest on my elbows as I quickly check the time on the digital LED glowing aram clock on the side table on my right. It's Saturday today what!? Untangling my legs from the bed sheets I finally decide to move and figure out what the hell is actually going on, who's bed is this? Why am I on it? How did I end up here? Just as I turn to roll myself off the extremely comfy bed, the inner dramatic Italian me who has to involve every thriller movie scene and soap opera decided to do just that.

Waking up in a room you've never been in before, could only mean. One. Thing. I'm dreaming. This is a dream. "Ouch!" I wince just as I leave a red pinch mark on my arm. Nope, can't be dreaming.

Again, my thoughts are  immediately occupied with horrifying scenarios. I know I should move, get up, look for a gun. Knife. Chainsaw. An Axe. A weapon.  I don't know. Don't judge me  I just need anything that could protect me from the unknown but that's all useless thoughts. I'm too scared to move. I mean, what if someone jumps at me and tries to strangle me from under the bed? What if I'm being watch at the moment?

A light bulb flash moment hits me.

I was kidnapped! And drugged.

This explains why the suddenly skip from Monday to Saturday.  Wait. What kind of a kidnapper owns such lavish furniture, and would places me in a comfy bed for a good night sleep? I groan in frustration covering my face and let my head fall back onto the pillow.