I glance at my surroundings, seeing but not comprehending. The room is fuzzy, my eyes blurring out the details. Slowly they come to focus and I can survey the room. The walls are painted a forest green, and there are no windows. The only light comes from flickering light bulb hanging from the ceiling by exposed wires. The room is bare except for a bed with blue blankets, a nightstand with a cup of water and a book on it, and a chair that I am sitting on. I rise from my chair and walk around. My joints groan in protest. I notice a tall door in the corner of the room and walk over to it. I reach out and wiggle the handle. Locked. I strain my ears to hear something. It's silent.
Suddenly, I hear the voices of two men talking.
"Maris says she wants the girl in her office in five minutes," says a gruff voice.
"So, do you want me to get her?"
"No, idiot. I brought you to her room to read her poetry."
"Uh, really. Ok, well, I've been working on this one poem called—" The footsteps of the two men draw closer, so I leap across the room.
"Josiah, I was being sarcastic. Here's the key, go get her." The footsteps stop right at my door. I hear a jingle of keys, and then one being fitted into my door. I reach out to grab the closest thing I can use as a weapon. That turns out to be the chair. I cautiously stand up, chair in hand, and face the door.
"Um, Mr. Galloway, this key doesn't fit."
"What? Preposterous! Here, let me try." I hear a quiet "idiot" from Mr. Galloway. The key slides into the keyhole, and the door slowly swings open. In the brief moment where the door is open halfway open, i catch a glimpse of Mr. Galloway. He is old and fat, with a round face. His head covered in a hideous mop of stringy brown hair, and he has he has a short brown beard. The other boy, Josiah, is slightly taller than Mr. Galloway, but not taller than 6' 3". His hair is brown, long like he needs a haircut. Blue eyes meet mine. When I look closer, his eyes look green. Then they're blue again, ever-shifting from color to color like they can't decide which color to stay.
As soon as the door is all the way open, I swing the chair directly on top of Mr. Galloway's head.
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Science FictionElla wakes up in a strange room, no recollection of getting there. She can only remember stuff from before she got to... wherever she is. She later finds that her past self had done some strange and possibly dangerous things. Who is Maris and what...
