Sweet Revenge

Chapter Five: (Mickey)

I woke to complete darkness. There's a burning in the back of my throat, and I'm so very hungry... I can barely make out the shapes in the blackness , but to my right, sits a desk. And to my left, a refrigerator. I can feel the iciness escaping the tiny cracks, and I shiver.

I sit there for a few minutes, amazed by the complete and utter quietness. I couldn't even hear myself breathing... I froze.

I wasn't breathing...

I jumped off the metal table I had been laying on not seconds before, ignoring the throbbing in my head and the pain in my limbs. I was so stiff... My skin felt waxy and hard. I cringed. My feet touched the ground, with not so much as a thud. Sense when had I been graceful?

Just then, a light flickered on in the hallway outside the room I just happened to be in. Light seeped in from the tiny crack below the door. I heard footsteps then, coming right to the door. I growled, deep in the back of my throat, trying to contain my panic. 

The door creaked open slowly, and the light blared to life, blinding me. I blinked a few times, letting my eyes adjust, and seeing a small old lady about half the size of me. Her Liberian glasses told me she was-what Sam used to call-an old hag. I smiled at the memories.

Sam... I wondered where he was now...

The little old lady coughed, pushing her glasses up on her nose while holding a clip board. She stared at me with little black, beady eyes. "Hello."

"Um, hello? Who are you?" mu voice cracked like it did when I was sick. But I felt fine, what the hell?

"That does not matter darling. The question is, who are you?" She pointed an old, shaking finger in my direction. 

"I know who I am," I snapped. "I'm Mickey Drew. Daughter of Nathan and Juliana Drew. Why does it matter?" I hissed at the little old lady. 

"Because, my darling," a evil smile wove across her lips, revealing fangs just has Marie's had been... I shuttered, "you're dead."