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A Few Hours Later.
I slowly awoke.
My eyes opening slightly before they closed again. I rolled over a little, snuggling into my pillow.
It was a really soft pillow. What hotel were we staying at now? And why does the room smell like roses and flowers and all things floral?
It took me a little while before I actually opened my eyes and assessed where I was because I was way too comfortable, and just wanted to continue sleeping.
Except I realized I wasn't in a usual hotel, but rather a girls bedroom. A girls bedroom?
Wait what?
Where am I?
I quickly sat up, mentally slapping myself instantly for doing so as the back of my head instantly started pounding and I felt pain radiate all over my body.
I flicked the blankets off of my body before standing up. I looked around the room as I tried to think of the last memory I had.
I remember the strip club... And travelling in a strange car... And the fire... And picture frames... And Brad and that lady and that man...
I shook my head slightly, finding my backpack was sat beside the bed. I quickly grabbed it, ignoring the pain in my body as I picked it up and placed it onto the bed. It still had all my things in there, and my memories could not match up so I decided that no matter where I am... It's probably not safe.
I zipped the bag up and slung it over my shoulder, looking around the room and as I took in all it's details and my escape routes.
Brad...
Brad...
Why do I keep thinking about Brad? I must have had another hallucinations about him.
Right. I need to find Ralph and find out what the fuck has happened.
I quietly snuck around the room, finding that my shoes were no where to be seen. I didn't need them, I just needed to make a run for it.
I bet I was drugged at the house that was mine but isn't (if what happened there was even real) and they really called Ralph and he come and go me and we were...
I don't even know, but I need to leave-
"Knock, knock..." I almost jumped out of my skin as I heard someone speak softly and knock on the door right in front of me, but also mumble something beneath their breath after speaking.
I looked around for a weapon but only found a hair brush, I grabbed it anyway and waited for my next victim to walk in so I could knock them out and run-
Except as I swung at the person, they reacted instantly out of reflex and grabbed the brush from me very quickly. I didn't have the energy to fight for a brush and quickly jumped back and away from the person.
