It Led Me Here

My Stupid Ass Forgot My Bag And Led Me Here

The place smelled like sterile alcohol. Then it reeked of oil and burnt wires. It was a warehouse in the middle of the woods. No one in their right mind would set foot in it, no one except me. Well, I'm not even sure. The thing is, I don't know if I'm still thinking right. 

I saw glass tanks with glowing water, a skeleton tied to a wooden post, an anatomy chart and much more, weird stuff. The walls were dull and gray, it lacked life to be of any sort of human house. Well obviously it isn't, it was, in fact a WARE-house. 

I snuck in here, stalking after the new student who caught my attention and more importantly my heart. That one thing no one wants. I took a step, and then another, cautious in case I step on something. I saw a lot of dusty mats and rags everywhere, but there was no sign of a body so that's good.

"Is that so?" An enigmatic voice spoke behind me, one that would send chills to my spine if I still had one. A hand tapped me on my shoulder when I didn't turn around. I didn't actually move and feared the worst until I decided I was just prolonging my demise. I slowly turned.

"Were you reading my thoughts?" I asked after realizing I haven't said anything before. I gulped when I saw the speaker.

"No sweetheart, you were talking out loud." It was him. He was wiping a cog with one of the rags I saw earlier. He was towering over me while I was crouched on the floor like a simpleton. As if I'd let that. I stood up, hesitating before walking around to stall. I couldn't think of a reason, as an excuse to why am I here.

"Making yourself feel at home, I see." He put down the cog and confronted me. He blocked my path and looked at me square in the eyes. "Look, lady, you're trespassing my private property. I'd like to ask you to leave or I'll call the authorities."

"Wait. What do you mean lady? I'm your classmate, don't you know my name?" I raised an eyebrow and crossed my arms. How guilty I am. I already invaded someone's place and I still have the gall to sass. I sighed at myself. I glanced around the place, seeing the light bulb doing horribly at its job. I looked at him again and he was chuckling nervously.

"You are?" He put his gloved hand under his chin. My goodness, he looks like a hot mess. Seeing his messy hair, dirtied clothes and perfect face could give me a bit of trouble down there.

"Sorry, I didn't recognize you. I actually have Prosopagnosia." He shook his head as if he's disappointed in himself. He walked towards the warehouse gate and opened it. "You being my classmate doesn't mean you can stay here, though."

"What's Prosopa– whatever you call it?" I didn't move. I didn't want to. I still wanna look at his-

"Facial blindness. I can't recognize people. Get out." He gestured to the gate.

"Is that something you were born-" I was cut off when a loud jagged sound screeched into the air. It came from a machine that started producing smoke and dangerous sparks that made me cautious. What is that doing here? Actually what is he doing here?

Swiftly, he grabbed my arm and tugged me towards the gate oh-not-so-gently. I tried to take my arm away but decided against it. I'm still trespassing and I could get in trouble for what I was doing. My mother would kill me if she finds out this is what I've been doing after school. I opened my mouth to say something but was cut off by another loud sound, this time it sounded like an explosion that came from the same machine. What is it even? I couldn't tell anything but it had large tubes connected from the large tanks. The light bulb flickered and actually died. Allowing me to deftly slip through his grip and run away.

"Don't come back! I'm warning you!" He shouted at me as I ran away. He didn't know, I loved how smooth his voice were and how it rolled off his tongue. I'm a creep, I'm aware. This is why others avoid me, as if they didn't have weird thoughts themselves. I'm looking at you, judgemental people.