Cult

The Madhouse

<pre style="line-height: 17px; white-space: normal; color: #2a2a2a; font-size: 13px;">Light steals me from my sleep before I want it too. I'm so tired.

What the hell happened yesterday?

I open my eyes slowly, taking in the grubby hotel room. 

Oh my God. This isn't the hotel room!

It isn't my bedroom either!

WHERE AM I?

It's a plain cream bedroom with wooden ornaments and furniture. I do not recognize it at all.

Alex, rack your brains! What happened yesterday? Al shouts desperately.

I went surfing with Ross. The last thing I can remember is being on the surf board with Ross.

Oh my God! Am I hurt?

I lift my left leg. It's heavy, but it's okay.

I do the same with my right leg and both my arms. All are okay.

I sigh with relief. I sit up in the unfamiliar bed.

Woah, that's not okay.

My head is pounding. Oh my God. I've never felt pain like this on my head before.

I nervously reach up to my right temple, and slowly brush my finger over it. A huge lump replaces my normal head.

What. The. Hell. Happened?!

I look next to me. This is a double bed.

And I went surfing with Ross yesterday.

Double bed. Ross.

CRAP!

No, I did not do that. I did not do it! Ross has no interest in me. I'm sure he doesn't.

Is that all you remember? Al scoffs.

Of course it is. I must have hurt myself when we were surfing together. Did I black out? Did I just take a blow to the head and forget everything from that moment. I'm so confused.

I look down to the bed. Oh my God, I couldn't have. I would have remembered it. 

I'm panicking. My blood is rushing like a rapid through my brains. Why can't I remember?

I get out of bed and get a mind blowing hit to the head again. I groan in pain. I look down. Apart from my shoes and my shirt, I'm wearing what I did yesterday. I couldn't have...

I pace around the room, ignoring the throbbing from my head. What time is it? What happened? 

I shriek with anger. I have no idea what happened!

"Miss Lowe?" a woman enters the room. I jump a mile and scream.

"Who are you?" I shout, clinging to my head because it hurts so bad. 

Her eyes flicker to the bed side table and back to me.

"I'll go and get Mr Cult," she mutters and leaves the room. Mr Cult? No! Not my boss! What does he have to with anything?

I spin around too quickly and gasp with pain. I look at the bedside table and see a bag of water on it. Why is there a bag of water there?

Oh my God. Am I in a mad house? Have I gone mad?

My head is still throbbing.

Is that why Mr Cult is here, to fire me?

I start to cry. I can't go back to New York! I just can't! Even sobbing hurts.