On the Inside

Chapter 7 - CPC

When I woke up, I realized I was indoors on a bed. Not my bed; it was alot smaller and harder. I opened my eyes to let in some light but everything was blurry, so I closed them and lay my head back down. I didn't know where I was, but I just hoped I wasn't locked up in prison about to be sentenced to the electric chair. I finally opened my eyes slowly and got up.

There were many beds. In fact, almost the whole room was filled with bunk beds and normal, small-sized, beds that only had room for you and your body. The room was long with beds all across on opposite sides only leaving a path to get to them. It looked alot like Daylight Orphanage which only brought back awful memories. No one else was in the room but me so I decided to get up and leave the room to see where I actually was.

My head hurt from being hit and kicked and I wondered if those five guys had brought me here. I made my way to the door and right before I put my hand on the knob, someone swang the door open from the other side and it hit me in the shoulder. "Ma Bad..", the guy who had hit me said like it was nothing.

He was tall, black, and too muscular. His biceps looked like they had two pillows stuffed in them. He walked right on like he owned the place or something. He resembled one of those serial killers... yep, that's what I'll call him : Serial Killer.

"Watch where your going!", I shouted. He shot back a terrifying look with his blood-filled eyes and I immediately felt regret for saying that. My shoulders dropped their confidence and I was so frightened that I just stormed out the room.

I don't have the slightest clue where I am! I don't even know if I'm dreaming one of my stupid nightmares again or not. Just as I came to the end of the hallway, more people came into sight. I looked from behind the wall, making sure no one noticed me.

It was a large place; similar to a living room but more club-like. People were dressed inappropriately, and I barely spot anyone with human-like clothing. There was a pool table right in the middle of the room with a bunch of people around it. The place was dimly lit and it gave me the creeps looking at all those people I didn't know. Sure, I have been in many public places and talked to many strangers, but this was different.

I finally thought maybe it would be better to just walk out from behind my 'hiding' wall and probe the place more. As soon as I stepped out, people started starring at me and my heart started to pound, but I just walked on like I've been here before. That's how you get away with things: Don't look around and walk like you own the place and no one will question you.

People stopped looking after a few seconds and I found myself a chair in the corner of the room. I sat down for a few minutes trying to brainstorm clues to where I might be.

A kidnappers home? No.

A club? No, a club doesn't look like a big house with bed-filled rooms; or maybe it does but it still didn't look like one.

Jail? Nah.

Where on earth was I?

I really couldn't figure out so I chose to ask one of those people around the pool table. I walked around the room trying to build up the courage to ask this punk-looking girl. She had her lips and nose pierced and her hair was pink, all pushed to one side. She looked like one of those girls that were too rude to talk to and would just pop a bubblegum in your face.