Glitching Pixels

File Name: Adalaid

513104 P.O.V.

I woke up what seemed like a day later, on a bed. My clothes were folded on the nightstand next to me, but burnt and torn. Oh, I remember. The crash! The crazy driver grabbed my wrist and broke the metal and wires... It looks just fine now. But that means a mechanic fixed it. That means someone found me.

I sit up in the bed and look around. Seems like a cozy little apartment complex. I kick off the covers and stand up, stretching while I'm at it. I go ahead and walk out of the room, and into a small hallway. "Hello? Is anyone here?" I ask to no one.

No reply.

I shrug and keep walking, soon stepping into a living room. Well, the place doesn't seem to be a trap. On the walls are pictures of all different kinds of girls. Great, I'm in the house of a pedophile. On the wall to my right is a painting that looks too familiar. Also, the place is freakishly clean. I mean, sure nowadays we have robots to clean everything, but jeez.

I walk around some more and study the apartment. It actually doesn't seem all that bad. Well, except for that I have no clue where I am. I just sat down on the couch when the door opened. Standing there was a boy. Not a teenager boy, a boy. He seems to be about 8? 9? He's young, there. He walks in and looks around like nothing is wrong, and he looks at me. "Oh, you're awake. Good morning." he says. Okay- what? "Yes, good morning.., little person." He just smiles adorably and walks into the kitchen, closing the door behind him.

I stand up and chew my lip, thinking. I need to get out of here-- no. Start simple. What's my name? That's easy. 513104. No, that's a label. I really don't have a name, do I? I need to open Code. I close my eyes and the screen opens up, and so do my eyes. Welcome, 513104!  reads across the screen. That dissolves and What do you need? comes on. I think: Open Code Decoder. It opens. I enter "513104" and the word Adalaid appears in the meaning. Adalaid. That's my name.