The Lost One

Chapter 10

My eyelids flutter open and I feel something soft and fluffy beneath me. I look down and find myself lying on a bed. I sit up properly against the wall and take a look around my surroundings.

It looks like a bedroom, with only one bed, a dresser, and a mirror on the wall. There's only one door in the entire room. I move off the bed and carefully walk to the door, when I reach it, I open the door.

A medium sized bathroom and when I get a closer look at the sink, I see toothbrushes, toothpaste and combs. I stagger back a little in fear, when I see the combs. My favorite yellow brush is sitting there, I know it's mine because even from here I can see the star mark that I made to make sure no one had steal it.

My breathing gets faster, this can't be happening. This is just weird and wrong. I leave the bathroom leaving the door open. I walk over to the drawers and with a hesitation I slowly open it.

My breath gets caught in my throat. My clothes are in there! My actual clothes, the clothes that were back home.

First my hairbrush and now my clothes. What's next? My laptop or my guitar. There's only one door in here also and that leads to the bathroom. How did I enter this place if the only door in here leads to the bathroom? This is crazy and so unreal!

I had finally escaped that prison and that fake reality! Now all I want to do is find my parents or David and Monica so I can know the truth! This is all so frustrating!

Angry, I walk over to the mirror in attempt to calm myself down. My pale blond hair is getting darker and bags are showing under my blue eyes. The attempt for calming me down was futile for the mirror brought out my sadness instead.

Tears sting in the corner of my eyes as I remember the past few days.

The abandonment of my parents, traveling to find David even through I don't know or remover him, getting drugged to get dragged to a lab facility, facing some kind of alter universe, escape the lab to only get captured again and finally being in this strange room that strangely resembles my own room back home.

"Thank you Melissa." A distorted voice said. I take a step back afraid, I rub my eyes. "For what?" I say shakily.

There's no response. "Why am I here?!" I shout angrily. Still no response. I look at the mirror and the next thing I know, I'm holding a piece of the mirror. The mirror is all smashed up and the rest of the prices are all sprawled on the floor.

Blood starts to drip down my hand as the piece of glass starts cutting me. I don't feel any pain though and I don't care about the blood. There's a tiny piece of mirror still attached in the corner.

"You've gone from peaceful to violent." The distorted voice said. Although I'm not really listening, as everything around me becomes blurry. The only clear picture is Alice covered in blood and then I gasp. I drop the mirror and my senses come back to me.

I'm trembling in fear. "I'm not the only one..." I whisper. I look at the ceiling. "Alice was also given the 'medicine' right?!" I shout.

There's a wicked laugh coming from the speaker, wherever it is. "You are sharp. The 'medicine' does need work, but it is getting better. You didn't go insane until after five days. Alice was the first person it was injected with and it took her five hours to go insane." The distorted voice responded.

Five days!! I couldn't have been injected with 'medicine' for five days! Maybe two days but five?! It was only Friday since I've been injected. I believe. My sense of time is getting blurred.

"That's impossible!" I shout angrily. No response was given back. I grunt in frustration and look at my bloody hand. My hand trembles at the sight. My blood isn't red like normal, instead it's yellow and a bit of orange.

What's happening to me?! I hesitantly take a step back. "I want to leave." I whisper. I walk to the bathroom and turn on the faucet. I make the water cold and put my bloody wrist into the cold water.

I wince as the very cold water touches my wrist. I'm not sure if this is even healthy or safe, but I need to do something. I avoid looking at my wrist. If there was a trapdoor behind a bookcase then what if there's a secret trapdoor here then.

There could be one in the bathroom or in the other room. The voice that was coming from the speaker was proof that there is a way out of here and there could be cameras here, but hopefully not in the bathroom. That would just be weird.

I turn off the faucet and grab a mini towel that is hanging to the side of the sink. I wrap the mini towel around my wrist. I start looking everywhere in the bathroom. In the sink cabinets, in the closet, in the bathtub and behind the toilet.

Everything seems to be normal and nothing is out of ordinary. I kick the sink in frustration. I want to leave. I want to leave. I want to leave. I want to leave!! I WANT TO LEAVE!!!!

Without my knowing, I had pound my unwounded fist onto the sink and when I finally look down at the sink. The sink is smashed and a hole had form. I stumble back terrify. What's happening to me?!

My fist is unwounded and yet it seems like a heavy brick was smashed against the sink. I leave the bathroom in a hurry, I can't stand to look at the broken sink and the hole. I look around the room and then all my senses are turned off.