Shawn Mendes

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SHAWN MENDES

CHAPTER # 14

It's been three days since I am locked in this empty room. I know the time because there is this brand new watch hanging against

the wall. I am cold, hungry, thirsty, my bladder hates me and is uttering profanities at me, and on the whole, I feel like absolute

shit. I am scared but just a tad bit, mostly I am unnervingly hungry and cold. So far, I've only gotten that pamphlet about the

theory of life and nothing else but it is pretty obvious that I am kidnapped. I pity the kidnapper because he's not gonna get

any ransom for me because I got no family. I just sit in the cold corner of the room, trying to comprehend what life is trying

to throw my way and failing miserably. See, that's the thing, you never understand things you think about, they just dawn on you.

At least,that's the theory I've got. As the clock struck twelve, I hear a loud rumbling noise as a though a heavy truck is pulling into the driveway. I sit there, anticipation coursing through my veins, waiting for something terrible to happen to me.

But nothing happens. I sit there, my breathing shallow, awaiting my doom, but two minutes later I hear the lock to the door open.

I bolt towards it and carefully open the door. It's a dark corridor and just as I am about to step out a door directly in

front of me open and out comes a rather dishevelled and unkempt..............is that Shawn freaking Mendes? I stare at him

incredulously and right then numerous other doors open as if they were coordinating the movement, and from the three of them

step out Greg, Mason, and Ethan and from the others..............what the bloody hell is going on in this fucking world? Is that

Justin Bieber, Selena Gomez, Taylor Swift, and Ariana Grande? Is this some kind of fucking joke, hallucination, or nightmare?

"Oh my god, Greg. Are you okay?"Shawn Mendes runs forward and embraces Greg who throws me a guilty look over his shoulder.

Justin is looking towards Selena as if he wants to say something but stays rooted to his place. Everyone is quite oblivious to

the fact as to why we are here and I can do nothing but stare at the slack-jawed Ethan who is no doubt going to faint at any

given second. Shawn and Greg are now standing side by side looking at each other like everyone else is. A loud voice booming

from invisible speakers suddenly makes everyone alert.

"Hello guys, I hope you are looking forward to enjoying the vacations with me. Now proceed down the hallway and shut the door

behind you, also don't ever look back to this hallway in all your stay here.Enjoy."

We stand where we are for a full whole minute before I start taking a step forward and others following my lead. The corridor

is dark except for the lights emitting from the half-open doors. We look cautiously before each step in order to avoid set

traps. At the end of the corridor is a huge oak door with intricate designs on it that are not quite clearly visible in the

semi-darkness. I push open the door with all my force and we enter a totally new place. The doors automatically shut behind us

the moment we all are piled in the vast hallway and a white wall covers it. I stare slack-jawed at the scene in front of me.

The lounge is almost as huge as a football field, lit with a dozen bright golden chandeliers. There are purple plush velvet

sofas, completing three-quarters of a moon and an equally huge wooden white coffee table. A long distance away from a kitchen

counter is slightly visible. We follow our instincts to the place and find a kitchen the size of Mars, the kitchen counter has

complete eight high stools on it and an oak dining table to the side. For some weird reason, the place has a cosy vibe to it.

I know this is absurd, don't judge!

To the left of the kitchen, there is a corridor that has four rooms. Two to the right and two to the left.Will the rest of us

will be sleeping on the road with drunken souls, crazy alcoholics and, obviously, dogs.

Everyone just stands there awkwardly, fidgeting with themselves, trying to make sense of something, anything.

For the second time that day, the voice booms from the speakers: "You all may take a seat now."

And we all sit. Like a dog scolded by the master.

The key word being a dog.