For All I Know (O2L/Youtubers)

15- dejá vu

Arabella's pov/thoughts

My head is throbbing so badly that I can barely open my eyes. And when I do, a bright, white light pierces through the slit I made in my lids, making me clench them shut again as my head starts to hurt even worse.

A shush goes through the room and around me, silencing the couple of voices that were once talking only moments ago.

I hear a click and get the courage to open my eyes once more.

This time I'm met with darkness. Literally; the room that I seemed to be laying in at the moment was pitch black. Whoever it was had turned off the light.

I could barely make out the faint tracing of a door, but that was only because a light on the other side was turned on.

I hear a thud from some where in the room, followed by the sound of someone groaning, as if whatever that thud was, had hurt them.

"Hello?" I manage to croak out from my trembling lips. I sit up slowly and soon come to realize that my whole body is shaking in fear.

Where am I? I think to myself, a sudden chill coming over me as the groaning and shuffling stops. The room was totally quiet.

"Arabella?" A voice answers me after a minute or two.

How do they know my name? I pause, daring myself not to answer the voice. Because for all I know they could be a serial killer. Though that doesn't explain how they know your name. I answer anyways.

"Hello?" I ask again, simply because that's the only word that can make it past my trembling lips. Hoping the voice would respond, I sit frozen in place. Thankfully, it does.

"Are you okay?" The throaty voice comes again.

I pause for a second, taking in everything that I was feeling before answering.

My head is hurting with great intensity; and I have an uneasy feeling in the pit of my stomach. But other than that, I'm perfectly fine.

"I-I guess," I stutter, still unsure and unaware of where I am and who I am talking too. My breathing gets heavy as I think of all the possibilities.

"Can I turn on the light?" a soft voice asks. It's different from the other one; nicer in a way.

I find myself nodding before mentally slapping myself and answering with a yes.

Not a moment later, another click is heard and the bright light once again illuminates the room.

"Ahh-fuck," I hear someone curse, though I'm rubbing my own eyes, not paying any attention to the strange room that was recently brightened around me.

My eyes adjust and I take in the surroundings.

4 beige colored walls surround me, enclosing me in a small room and making me feel extremely claustrophobic. I'm sitting on a bed that, at the moment, seems more like an operation table than anything else. I say this because two tall men are standing at the bed's edge, observing me as if I am some kind of patient.

"What is the last thing you remember?" a dark haired guy asks. I squint and seem to recognize his face, though I can't put a finger on where I had seen him before.

I think for a second, not making eye contact with either of them. I would crack if I had to face them head-on.

What is the last thing I remember? I ask myself.

"Shit," I curse under my breath as I try and think past the pain in my head. A sharp wave of pain slices through me everytime I think.

I remember what happened at Panera. The scene plays in my mind as a blanket of clarity was spread over me. I know exactly what happened.