Opaque

Chapter 5

Lana's Point of View

I woke up startled as I clenched my blanket to my chest, looking around and taking in my surroundings, I glanced down at myself, I uncovered the blanket off me. I am still the same person. But what was that? I must have blacked out a long time. Because I am in a white dress. Who dressed me? Where am I? I know I'm not in my room back home.

The room is almost exactly like an Italy cottage I attended with Mamá Italy back in college.

Shit!

How many days since I had been kidnapped by Ares? Why the hell I am kidnapped by him?

I felt so drugged as I get up from my bed, staggering. I have beads of perspirations on my forehead, sweating all over. It is too warm. But I remembered there is no air condition in Italy unless you are in 4 stars hotel. I put my fingers on the cold doorknob. What exactly I am doing? I could leave through the window next to the bed. The window is open. I let go of the doorknob, walking to the window.

Holy Jesus!

All I see is a tall fence of red roses surrounding the cottage 90 feet away but I can see a glimmering blue lake near to the white foundation. I can see a blue sky, the bright sun. I gulp really hard, noticing that the drugs are wearing off. Now, that I am hungry and thirsty. Terribly thirsty... I look to my right, seeing a glass of fresh water. I sit down on my bed, holding the glass, looking around in my room. Why me? I bring the glass to my lips, thinking it might be poisoned with the drugs or just a fresh cold of water.

Oh, who cares? Now, I'm drinking from the glass. Seems normal. No drugs or anything in there. I set down an empty glass on the nightstand. I decided to to go through the nightstand, seeing if I do have any weapons or anything like that to defend myself. I open the first drawer, seeing another photo of me and Mamá Italy smiling. I had kept my own photo back home. I don't remember this picture at all. Had I blacked out too hard to remember this? I barely drink but only a few glasses of white wine. Except that two weeks of those two summers ago. I merely don't remember those particular days.

I decided to lie down on my bed, absorbing in my surroundings. Everything is freaking white. Literally. Except that, the accents for the room is red roses. Fresh red roses in a white vase on the nightstand, red velvet roses canopy bed but silky white covers, two red roses in two small white vases on the dresser across the nightstand. Red and white.

Eerily enough, it is my favorite colors...

So quiet and peaceful, I realize that I was getting to doze off. What time is it? I can see the clock on the wall, it reads 12:14 pm.

Tick tock. Tick tock. Tick tock.

It almost soothes me to sleep. I don't know why but I can easily relax here. I should be screaming at the top of my lungs or try to fight my way out of here. But nothing. Just deepening calm inside of me. Maybe my body is supposed to react that way? What if I had suffered a mental breakdown later on if I do get out? What if I stay?

"What?" I whisper harshly to myself. "What the fuck is wrong with me?"

I'm going to get out as soon as possible.

The doorknob jiggles . . . . . . .