My beautiful butterfly in hell

wait what?

chapter 3

I woke up thrashing and panting heavily, gasping for as much air as my lungs could. I turned and twisted trying to free myself of the metals tied around my neck, hands and ankles. It took me a moment to realise that it was just a dream, another piece of my past haunting me.

I had lately been getting many of them and to say the least, I was petrified. I sat on the bed and tried to calm my erratic heartbeat by taking in slow breaths and counting from one to ten as I was instructed by my therapist. I

Hurriedly, I stretched my hand to reach for my medicine which I always placed on top of my lamp table just this moments. Instead of my medicine, I was met with a vase crashing to the floor.

Now I was confused, as far as I was concerned I never kept flower vases in my room... let alone my lamp table.

Slowly.. everything started to piece up, From the red-painted walls to the black with red dots curtains, and the leather seats in the middle of the room with a glass table placed in the middle, until it finally sank in that this was not my room. This room looked way too fancy... where the hell am I? How did I get here? Why I'm I here?

A throbbing pain suddenly hit me in my head. I clutched it in my hands moaning out in pain. As if my mind was a cassette on replay, the events of the past day hit me all at ones. From me visiting him to the person chasing me, and to how I got hit by a goddamn car.

Wait does that mean I'm dead?

It can't be if I can feel the pain... then I'm alive right? My head still clutched delicately on my hands I looked around one more time but this time analysing the room carefully for any escape. The room stretched out looking like a house in it own.for a moment I actually thought it was a house till I heard voices in a distance on the other side of the room. The closer the voices got the more restless I became.

I had not noticed how much my body was shaking, till my lower lip started to quiver a sign of anxiety and a panic attack. I need my dose, I need it!

The voices were becoming louder as the footsteps neared. Should I act dead? How do you do that? Maybe I can act asleep? Yeah, that should work. I had just managed to lay down again and placed my hands on my sides before I heard a door open.

"Troye, I'm telling you he just came with her here and then he left. No explanations or anything. And it seemed as if he had healed her himself even if he knew that prohibited. Look at her, she has still been out for two days now. " soft melodic girl's voice said. She had a thick British accent hinting that she was clearly from Britain or perhaps grew up there.

"I also don't understand him at times like this. Did he save her or was he the one that hit her? And why bring her here of all places. He should have taken her to a hospital rather than risking it by healing her himself "A deep muscular voice said. I'm assuming he is Troye.

Who are these people? Why I'm I here? Should I open my eyes and try to fight them? What if I was kidnapped by whoever it was that brought me here?

"Hold up Troye, move a bit to the side. Are you seeing what I'm seeing? " the girl asked him making me curious as to what she saw. Was I shining or did they discover that I'm just pretending to be asleep?

"There are glass pieces on the floor" Troy murmured under his voice as if I tending for me to not hear.

Even with my eyes closed, I could feel their piercing gazes on me. How could I be so careless to forget about the broken vase? I could have pushed them under the table. I'm probably going to die now.

This is the part that I open my eyes but me with my big ego I kept them closed and acted oblivious to what happens around me whereas my heartbeat accelerated making it probably loud for them to hear it.