My Cell

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 I slowly open my eyes, the ground is hard, I'm not in the tube anymore.

There's one spotlight, It's dim but it flickers making this room more creepier than it already is, to my left is green moss on, what I'm guessing to be a cement or brick wall, on my right are...Iron bars? I really am in a cage.

"Gahh!"

My lower back and head burns like fire. I rub my head to make it feel better... wait... are those. I jump out of reaction, quickly looking around the room to find a reflection. I suddenly hear "Drip, drip, drip." I see in the right corner of the room and see the "ceiling" leaking. I run to the puddle and in my reflection is me with a light purple tank top with the bottom ripped up, some jean shorts with the same bottom as the tanktop, dirty blonde hair that reaches about two inches below my shoulders, I also have ears and a tail. Cat ones to be spacific they are ocicat ears, meaning they have spots... What am I doing? I HAVE CAT EARS AND A TAIL! out of surprise, I stumble backward, falling on my back and tail, my chest is rising and falling to fast than it's supposed to, so I close my eyes and take a deep breath, I guess I was taught to do that if I was panicking, suddenly a picture flashes through my head, an image of a girl who looks around the same age as me, long light pink fluffy hair that reached to her elbows, curled at the end her ocean blue eyes looking at me as her hand put mine over my chest saying,

"Breath slowly and close your eyes I'm not leaving your side, Rosaline"

'That's my name! But what was her name?' I realise I've been staring at the iron bars this whole time 'Is there anyone else here, I haven't tried speaking since I was in that tube' I shudder at the thought of that wretched cylinder prison.

"Hello?

my voice was raspy and tired it sounded like I haven't slept in years. I waited for a few minutes, about to try and find something else to put my mind on when I hear,

"A-are you still t-there?"

Their voice sounded scared and familiar, but I shrug it off and answer,

"Yes, I'm here, where are you?"

... No answer, is she ok? I decide to look around my "cell.". While doing so, I find a shot, it's broken in half with liquid already oozed out of it, the liquid is a dark red color. Blood?

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