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Chapter Two

~Dream~

I look around to see mist, and this odd creepy feeling. (Cliché right) I look to my right and see an old wooden chair with something laying on top of it. I walk towards it, not shaking the feeling of being watched. When I reach the chair, the air temperature drops, leaving me breathing fog. I shockingly reach down to touch the book when I hear an ear piercing screech. I quickly turn around to hear another one, but shocking myself, to hear it was me.

~End Dream~

Gasping, I sit up quickly, only to turn to my side and exhale my lunch. Wiping my mouth, I look around to see a faint glow of fire light. I go to sit up, but the room spins and spins like a Merry-Go-Round, only not so merry. Dizzy, I sit myself down, holding my head in my hands, willing myself not to get sick..again. Once the room stays in place I slowly stand back up.

"Where the hell am I?" I spoke to myself, walking towards the light.

The closer I got to the light, the more I could make out a door, a locked one at that. Sighing, I tried, unsuccessfully, opening the door. I went to reach for my bag, but to my horrifying results, it's not there. I quickly looked around, hoping to god I would find it. I checked and checked but came up empty. I need my bag. It has my inhaler, my asthma medicine. Getting lightheaded again, I sit down, trying to breath.

"Ok, so I'm in a dark room, with only fire as a source of light. I must be flipping dreaming." I whisper to myself.

I reach over and pinch my leg. Ouch. No dream. Cursing under my breath I turned towards the door again, willing it to unlock and open. Nothing happened.

"Fuck!" I scream.

"Quiet in there!" Someone barked at me through the other side of the door. I have never moved as fast as I did towards something that I did towards that door.

"Hey! Where the hell am I?!" I exclaimed into the darkness. The shadow just chuckled darkly and all was quiet then. I moved back towards the ratty mattress, numbly sitting down. I didn't realize I was crying till I felt a wet, cold drop on my arm. I reached up and felt my cheeks. I was crying, and not the loud, wailing crying, the, oh my god I'm defeated, cry. I laid back down, curling up against the wall, farthest away from the cursed door and fell asleep into a darkness that swallowed me whole.