49 Days

Chapter1•The Beginning

Her blueberry eyes blinked hard multiple times to adjust to the blinding white ceiling, feeling restrained to the cold metal table she lied on. Once her vision was focused, her eyes roamed around the room as she attempt to move. As if her body was as light as paper, her attempt to sit up sends her lurching over her knees. Steadying herself, she felt a sudden wave of dizziness and a migraine washing over her. Where exactly her location is, she have no knowledge of. Her blueberry eyes flutter shut and she could feel her tinted pink lips crack from dryness, realizing then just how parched her throat was. She took a deep breath before opening her eyes to roam the room once more.
A white room no more than 300 square feet in total, one metal table in the room of it all, and a door with no door knob nor handle to open or close with. There were also no windows nor air vents yet a sudden chilled breeze flew by, causing her to shiver from the sudden coldness. It was only then that she realized she was dressed in nothing more than a sleeveless white dress that came to a stop just above her knees. The dress was just as white and as plain as the room.
There were three strange things about herself that she noticed as she looked herself over. One, from her finger tips to the base of her finger nails, it was matte black as if dipped in ink. Two, on her left wrist, the number 49 was etched in what appeared to be the same black ink marred on her fingers. Three, she was barefoot. Of course, maybe being barefooted isn't anything strange but her feet were covered in dried blood, cuts, and scratches. Underneath her toenails, dirt and dried blood covered it while other areas of her feet still oozes bits of blood from cuts. The even stranger thing was that she felt no pain as she climb down from the table to stand on her feet. In the process of doing so, a loud THUD echoed throughout the empty white room as a deep dark red flip-phone that she hadn't noticed before fell from the pocket of her dress, landing next to her feet.
Another wave of dizziness washed over her as she bent down to pick up the mysterious phone. She settled down against the metal table as she flicked the phone open with her fingers. A blue light emitted from the screen showing nothing but the time. 19:56. A yawn escaped her lips despite the fact that she knew herself, she clearly have woken up just now. Just how long has she lied on the table?
Heaving herself onto the metal table once more, she lied back down and slowly counted to ten. She brought the phone to her face and check the time once more. 20:18. Time clearly seem to pass by quickly in this white room, was her conclusion. She closes the phone and positioned her hands to her sides as her blueberry eyes stared at the white ceiling once more as it grew darker and darker with every breath she took until she was greeted with nothing but a pitch black abyss.

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>.< Yeah, I know I know, it needs serious editing and there is probably most likely grammatical errors. Bear with me!>~<