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Chapter 3

        I woke up felling less intoxicated then last time. I glance around the room I'm in. I have been moved to a mint green room, that has mint green everything. Including a mint plant. I smile, thinking about who could have been possibly bored enough to decorate this room.

 I'm still laying on my stomach like before, but my body doesn't ache as much as before. Except for my back that still feels like it has horribly sunburned. I reach my hand behind my back and am greeted with a feathery touch then a second later a shock of pain going up my spine. I lay stunned trying to process what happened. I then carefully slitter of the bed, not wanting to injure myself further.

As I stand I feel a small weight settle on my back. I finally dare to look behind me and my breath is lost at the sight. They're bigger then my outstretched hands, yet I can barely feel their weight. Stopping just above the ground, but appearing to be floating on their own, defining gravity.

Although this what I picture an angel looking like, my wings aren't white, or at least not completely white. Their made up of the same brown as my hair, with spots of white here, and there. I reach out to touch them in awe, then retract quickly remembering my previous incounter. I resist for a moment longing to caress them for they look... Well as soft as a feather. Over taken by curiosity I slowly come closer, being almost certain that if I were to move any faster they would simply fly away. I finally stroke them softly. Over taken by the texture. It's like a pair of new fluffy socks that are never the same after the first wash. I finally remember to look around me, and try to make sense of the room around me.
There's a door on the far side of the room. I instinctively try the handle and find it looked. I try to find anything to open the door. Finding nothing that I can use, I instead walk over to the mint plant to inspect it. I catch a glimpse of a not very well hidden key under one of the leaves.

Almost as if who ever put me here wanted me to get out. I mean it's not like their afraid of me escaping. Let's say I did find a away to escape, what would I do then? Go to the police and claim the have been kidnapped by angels, and then be turned into a lab rat.
With this in mind I inserted the key into the keyhole and opened the door.

I'm blinded by bright lights, just now realizing how dark my room had been. After my eyes have adjusted I examine the hallway greedily. Hungry for anything that isn't mint green. I find colorful door just like mine, and I  wonder if there is more people like me, snatched from the street to find themselves here, newly changed.

There is something odd about the doors thought. None of them are basic  colors, and they don't seem to be in any order. Rather they seemed to be arranged next to the color that they would clash with the most. I try the door next to mine with is a bright orange, and of course, it's locked. I try a couple of more wild colored doors, however they all seem to be locked. So I quit trying to open them some time after the 7th door. On one end of the hallway are some large double doors, that are made of very elaborate carved wood. On the other end of the hallway it turns a corner, and continues to the right.

Realizing that I would probably be caught no matter which way I went I chose the way where I would, hopefully, see something interesting. Instead of more hallways with strangely coloured doors.

Having decided that I glide to the double doors. Or that's what it felt like with my wings floating behind me. With one quick movement I pushed one door open. Not wanting to wait until this moment of bravery escapes me.

Sorry I haven't published in a while I'll try to update regularly from now on.