Stalkers

Chapter 3

I wake up, yawning. I had the best dream in the freaking world. I wanted to tell all of my friends about it, make a story about it, everything, i don't even care if they don't listen, i'll just talk over them. I roll over, not wanting to get up for school, and start to drift off to sleep. My dog starts barking, which wakes me up.

"Ok i'm up Apollo!" I yell, my voice cracking like crazy, i expected my dachshund mix to come running into my room, but it never happened. I shrug it off, assuming he was outside barking at the neighbors, which always happens.

"Wake up!" My dad yells, throwing a pillow. Wait a minute.. That's not my dad's voice.. Whos voice is it? It sounds familiar... Uhhh where did i hear that voice from.... I can't put my finger on it... Wait, i've got it! Nevermind.. I have no freaking idea..

I sit up on my bed and look at the doorway to find out who was the source of the voice. I find a dark shadow in the hallway of a house i don't recognize, where the fuck am i? "C'mon" The shadow says, motioning me over.

"Who are you..?" I mumble, pushing myself more into the bed.

"Do you want to die?" It says, lifting up their arm with a gun. I shake my head and quickly get out of the bed, shivering because of the cold. I follow them into a lit room, seeing the person who woke me up, mustard yellow coat, black and white mask, gun.. He seemed vaguely familiar..

"Stand here." He says, pointing to the floor with a tape on it. Hesitantly, I step on the tape, shoving my shaking hands into my pockets before he could take notice. He stands in front of me, "What's your name?"

"Nuhth.." My voice cracks and I die eternally, "Nuhthayneille"

"Birthday?"

"April 20, 2002" I say, my voice still cracking, how long have i not talked..? An hour or so..?

"Age?"

"Fifteen."

"Incorrect, age?"

"Fifteen.."

"Age" He asks once more, picking up a crowbar and lifting my chin up so I look into his eyes, or mask.

I stare at him, confused out of my mind, if I'm not fifteen then how old am I?! All I remember from yesterday is.. Wait.. Nothing.. What happened yesterday..? How long was I with this creep.. What the fuck is happening! I'm not the type of person to forget shit in a second, I actually have great memory.. Then.. Why can't I remember yesterday..? I'm freaking out here! Help!! Who the fuck am I talking to!

"Age." He repeats.

"I.. I donno.."

"20." He says, stepping away from me, giving me a moment to take it all in.

20.. I'm 20..? What have I been doing for the past 5 years!? What the fuck happened to me! Where am I! Who is that guy!!! I'm so confused! I was about to open my mouth to protest, but I remembered my voice cracks and kept it shut.

"Height?"

"6' 8"" I reply, rubbing my eyes, yawning. When did I feel so tired..?

"Family Members?" "My mom, dad.. And my two sisters.."

"Names?"

"I.. I don't remember.." I say, not even lying.. I don't even remember what they even looked like. What happened to me..?