Everything was... oh, what was the word? Gone? Absent?
That wasn't right. Nothing could be gone, nothing was ever there in the first place. She wondered what she was even seeing, if her eyes were even open.
With two blinks for good measure, she concluded; definitely open. What was she looking at then? No shadows, no contrast, nothing a person with all five senses could note. It was just a lot of...
White.
That was the word, everything was the color white. Remembering the word kicked her brain into function. Okay, well where is this white? Why am I here? How could I have forgotten what color was in the first place? She looked down, sight meeting a different color. Pleasantly peachy, pleasantly pink. Pleasantly not white.
Thus was the color of skin, she assumed. Her skin. The body she had been numb from for... how long? She moved her fingers, then her hands, then her arms, each with achey, long needed practice. She sat up, finally able to study the rest of her; all in tact, just tired, lying on the floor of a bright white room. On her skin rested comfortable monochrome white clothes, the only contrast being the thin shadows of her body in the light --wherever it came from, for there didn't seem to be any light sources in the room-- and her dark brown hair as it fell over her shoulders.
Her brain began to panic almost; why am I here? How did I get here? Where am I?
Who am I?
Her ears decided to join in her recollection process before she could fully contemplate her identity, for a sound faded into earshot. An alarm; a muffled, sharp sound of an alarm, not unlike a siren. She stood in the direction of the sound, legs buckling with a lingering fatigue as she hobbled to the wall of her cubical cage. A small black line- no, an indent, was etched, square and neatly hidden. Carefully placing her ear on the cool, smooth surface, her suspicions were confirmed; the alarm was somewhere beyond the confines of her cage. Just on the outside...
Leaning on the wall, the small section clicked and noisely scraped upward, as if it were being dragged up as it disappeared into the ceiling. She jumped from the wall in surprise and nearly toppled over on wobbly legs in shock. The alarm, significantly louder now, hung from the ceiling in front of her cell.
The colors almost hurt her eyes as she took them in all at once. Squinting, she concentrated as a metal hallway came into focus in front of her. The alarm spun and pulsed with confusing red light and ear splitting shrieks in a continuous rhythm, all but rupturing her ear drums. Adjusting to the sudden sights and sounds, the prisoner stood, cautiously creeping from her safe confinement. The gaping mouth of the hallway stretched for several yards away from her, doors similar to her own lining the walls. Some were bent beyond opening, some untouched and sleek. She moved to take a wobbly step into the dark new environment.
A last comforting, yet unnervingly unnatural thought flashed in her head. She thought it a relief that her brain was functioning, yet a suspicious red flag all the same. This was not her own thought, yet it was sensible, motherly almost.
Back to safety.
It was telling her not to leave, to return to her room, shut the door, and sleep once more. That much was clear, but she fought it. How could she return to an unconciousness such as what she had awoken from? She had no idea where she was, who she was. The fact irritated her, and she decided she had to know. She moved to complete her first step away from her former home.
Do not leave.
Her body froze, as her head told her to do so. Her mind throbbed and dripped with the thought as it overwhelmed her mind. It was not natural, it was not her mind. Gripping the sides of her head, a wispy, worn out whimper escaped her throat, a voice that had not been used in quite some time. Each time she thought anything at all- Why must I stay? Why can't I leave? Who are you? - the idea melted away, replaced by the loud voice in her mind, do not leave.
