Chapter 4: At the Horizon

13 5 0
                                    


      " Rise and shine". Catherine opened her eyes to her surprise she didn't have any nightmares, Thanks Virgo for the morning call.

       The Drive felt like forever it was a four hour drive into the pit of nowhere. When Catherine woke up the snow had become more fierce. She looked at her surroundings seeing no sign of any living thing just trees,tall trees.

    " Were almost there just a few minutes" The driver said. Catherine had an urge to get out of the car. She's been cramped up in this tiny space for 4 hours.

       " You think you can drive a little faster" Catherine sarcastically said, she began to wonder what it will be like. will there be a bunch of people strapped up in jumpsuits screaming ,or will everyone be high on drugs and in a trance of paradise. Catherine considered the second one but was interrupted by the sudden stop of the vehicle. Catherine caught herself before her head slammed against the seat in front of her. "Oh i'm sorry I guess I drove a little too fast." The driver smirked. Catherine cursed under her breath as she flipped the man off. Catherine looked outside the window seeing a three story building it was plain gray with little to no windows. The man came around the car and opened her door grabbing her suitcase and heading inside. Catherine followed behind feeling the wind slap against her skin. She rushed inside the doors she smiled as she was welcomed by heat.

        " Stay here i'll sign you in, from there they will get you ready and settled in". The man went to the main desk that was across the room. Catherine looked around taking in her new surroundings. The desk was in the middle of a wall on both sides were a door she assumed that's where she will be going into. The room was a boring grey with boring chairs aligned against the walls. They decorated with little effort as the only bit color came from a single boring picture hanging from the wall. a cat laying on a blue blanket with a ball of yellow yarn. Catherine became annoyed. she wasn't crazy.

     " Now's your chance to run go Catherine. GO!"

     " You must be the lovely Catherine" A small women spoke with a soft tone. As she was taking her first step to her escape. The woman was wearing a light grey blazer with a matching skirt she wore a pair of thin wired glasses that sat on the tip of her nose. Her light blonde hair was wrapped into a messy bun. "Where do you think your going?" She stood in front of Catherine who was alone, she turned to see the tall man get back into the car and drive off. "Glad I got to say goodbye asshole." Catherine turned back towards the lady. Now noticing behind her there were two large security guards. "Nowhere. mam.?"

       " Well then hello it's a pleasure to meet you my name is Miss. Watson or you can call me Jessica whichever one you prefer. I'll be your counselor here at Horizon Facility" Miss. Watson reached to help Catherine with her suitcase; Catherine flinched back she didn't belong here. She wasn't crazy nothing was wrong with her. why did she have to be here? "Please don't be scared no one's gonna hurt you here I promise, If you come with me we will lead you to your room." Catherine noticed the security guards followed close behind them as they walked through the doors. Behind the doors was a long hallway. at the end there was a pair of stairs leading up and down.

    " Unfortunately we have yet to pair you with a roommate but don't worry we will get that done soon but for now we will keep you in Level C" Miss. Watson said with slight concern. Catherine walked down the stairs behind her the hallways light were dimmer than the ones in the front lobby. Catherine also noticed there were multiple doors, Metal ones. Catherine began to think of what could lay behind those doors. As they walked further in they began hearing the screams and banging. She heard in some doors cries and it other were just sillence as if death sat waiting on the other side. Catherine wondered, will this be me one day. Will I be the one sitting behind these doors. That feeling sunk deep into the bottom of her stomach. Who would she blame then herself or...

desperate addictionsWhere stories live. Discover now