Misplaced

One

The bite of dawn's chill seeping through the windows is what wakes me, seeping through my thin hospital blankets and into my bones. It's to be expected, considering my bed is right below the window. I sit up and adjust the blinds, letting the cool morning light spread across the room. A sunrise hits, filling the place with a golden warmth that seems to whisper, "Hi, Jessica."
I run my hands through my hair- black, shiny, a little past my chin- and stretch. A wide yawn escapes and I try to get up the courage to get out of bed and make a dash from my still-chilly room for the washroom to freshen up. One, two, three.
I swing my legs out of bed and make a run for it, bare feet slapping the smooth linoleum floor, hospital gown hanging listlessly around my mid-calves no matter how fast I go. I duck into the bathroom and lock the door behind me.
In only a few moments I've got my face washed, teeth brushed, and a couple other things done. I leave the bathroom- this time walking- and groggily make my way back to my room. I seem to be half asleep most of the time, probably something to do with the pills the nurse makes me swallow every morning.
I swipe the key card I always have tied to a ribbon around my neck and the door to my room clicks open. I duck inside and switch the door locked. A pile of clothes is waiting for me on a chair, and I hastily change from my hospital gown to the neutral grey midi-style dress and grey slip-on Walmart shoes- a typical outfit. I press a button to get my three daily minutes of using a mirror- my time spent looking at myself is minimal.
A nurse knocks, opens the door, wheels a cart inside my room, then closes the door. She hands me a glass of water and two white tablets, which I swallow. Routine. She sets a tray of food on my table- a boiled egg, oatmeal, an apple, and a little dish of raisins- for me to eat, then checks my blood pressure, takes a blood sample from my arm, gives me a shot of some sort of orange-dyed medicine, and takes my pulse. I eat the porridge whilst she does this routine check, then move on to the raisins. She nods approvingly before leaving with her cart. The nurse has not said a word.
I finish my breakfast slowly, then push my chair back and get up. Just for fun I swipe my key card in front of the sensor in the door, but of course, my card is disabled durning the day and I can't get out. I don't know why. Maybe they're afraid I'll burn the hospital to the ground, but of course I can't.
It isn't even a hospital really, it's a lab.
I've been kept here since the day I was born.
A prisoner.

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Sorry (again) for always having the first chapter at just about 500 words! I can't seem to get the first part really very long. The following chapters will be longer.
Please vote if you like the story so far and have a supercalafrajalisticexpialadocious day!

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IF YOU STEAL ANY OF IT I WILL PERSONALLY SEND MY AGENTS AFTER YOU
AND THEY WILL DRAG YOU TO ME
AND I WILL BEAT YOU UP
AND PUT YOU IN A BOOK AND KILL YOU
THEN LET YOU GO
AND HOPE YOU'RE SORRY.
AND I WILL EAT SUCCESS DONUTS.
AND I WILL NOT SHARE.
ANY.
OF.
THEM.
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