Suicide Mission (Guarded Secrets #1)

11: "I see why people call it home."*

I forced my eyes to stay shut as sunlight poured through the openings in my curtains and shone through my slightly opened eyelids. Pulling the blanket over my head, I was whisked back into a comfortable darkness, until I suddenly remembered everything that happened yesterday. Leaving school early, getting tossed into the back of a car, and agreeing to be a part of some mission for an agency that I didn't even know the name of. My eyes popped open as I pushed the blanket away from me, expecting to see a random room I had never seen before, but what I saw was the exact opposite.

As I glanced around the room, I caught myself thinking about how it all must have been a dream, because I was looking at my room from the Ricker's home. My vision was greeted to the familiar sight of my cell phone charging on my black bedside table and the purple color that Ms. Ricker and I had painted my walls a few months ago. I glanced around to see my stuffed animals piled into a corner where Mrs. Ricker liked to put them so they were out of the way, the paper cranes I made my junior year of high school and then made into a lamp when Mrs. Ricker threatened to throw them out.

I let out a small chuckle, I must have just slept through the entire day at school, and dreamed up the agency and everything. I hadn't left my room at all that day, and the Ricker's had decided to let me skip today in fear of the anniversary of my suicide attempt. I was pleased to know that I wouldn't be in a life altering mission, but I also felt a pang of sadness in my heart knowing that I had dreamed up the whole day. As I had done to get through my depression, I tried to focus on the good points. I wouldn't have to face a cartel, and probably not die at a young age now.

Damon was going to laugh hysterically at me when I told him the dream I had, I thought with a smile as I flipped the sheets off of me to reveal my body to the morning air. My skin prickled slightly at the cool air my comforter had been protecting me from as I sat up and pulled my phone out of its charger.

I turned on some music and went to get ready for whatever amount of time was still in the day, but as I got off my bed I knew something was wrong. Whenever I normally got out of bed I would hit a lose floor board, and it would squeak no matter what. I glanced down at the floor to see the blue rug I had gotten when I first moved in because I didn't like waking up and putting my bare feet on hardwood floors. I glanced around to see my closet door open, but as I walked over to look inside, it wasn't my closet. It was a bathroom.

"What?" I asked as a knock rapped on my door.

"Sara, get up. We have training to do. I will be back in five and you better be ready for the day. Don't even think about rolling over and going back to sleep," Damon said before I heard his footsteps walk away from the door.

I walked over to the door to my room and opened it to reveal a hallway that wouldn't be in the Ricker home. I caught the sight of Damon turning the corner and disappearing down another hallway. If Damon was here talking about training, and my room was different, the only reason I could think of was that I was still in the agency. I hadn't dreamed up the experience, but it also meant that they had somehow replicated my entire room from the Ricker home.

I closed the door and looked around my room carefully as I got dressed from the clothes in my dresser. I wonder if Mrs. DeLuca picked these clothes out for me. Where did they even get all these clothes? I asked myself as I pulled up a pair of shorts and pulled on a shirt to cover the sports bra I had found in the drawers. My curiosity continued as I inspected every item in my room that I could, so far everything was exactly the same that I had at home.

"This is so creepy," I said as I picked up the throw pillows and stuffed animals that I had seen when I first got up. The stuffed toys were exactly the same as the ones back at the Ricker home, even my stuffed husky had a nick out of its ear from when I got it out of my parents' home. I dropped the toy on the bed and looked around the room. The paper crane lamp I had made with Alex, the paintings I did with Seth and the photos of my family, photos with the Ricker's, it was exactly the same. "How? They know every little detail of my room," I mused to myself as I heard another knock on my door.