One Door Away

Chapter 9

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To commemorate my 500 reads in just five days, I have uploaded two chapters today. I hope that everyone who reached this point would leave a fave and comment for my sake.

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'Ugh.' I woke up with a massive headache. I covered my head with the pillow I was hugging, blocking the light that was directed at me. I stared at the wall for five minutes to clear my head before I used my phone.

I kept on switching positions on the bed for about ten minutes. The smell of the sheets is strangely strong, as if it's straight out of a perfume bottle. The pillow I was using also smelled the same, but in the end, I ignored it.

Already on my feet with my eyes squinting, I walked to the bathroom. The door was already open when I got in, yet I still ignored it.

I must've left it open, maybe?

Barely awake, I grabbed the toothbrush on the wall beside the mirror. I started putting toothpaste on and brushed my teeth. The mirror in front of me was blurry as if it hasn't been cleaned for three months.

I saw a piece of cloth hanging on the door which I used for wiping the unkempt mirrors. Looking at me reflection, I noticed something odd – like I wasn't in my own bathroom. I turned around trying to find the basket where I place all of my stuff.

Nowhere.

I looked back at the mirror, with a frown on my face. With confusion in my mind, I said, 'Huh?'

I noticed the towel on hanging on the door that wasn't the color nor texture I am currently using. I kept on brushing until I slowly realized that I was not in my own room. My eyes were wide open when it hit me – this is not mine and the toothbrush was also not mine.

My mouth was left agape by the sudden realization. I quickly rotated the faucet, gargled, and spit the remains in my mouth. I washed off the brush I used and panicked.

'What the fuck? Where am I?' I said trying to recall what happened yesterday. I didn't remember much after I sat on the floor. I knew I was having a breakdown but the events after that were entirely gone.

I twisted the knob and slightly pushed the door, attempting to see whose room this is. Not seeing anybody, I went back and took a deep breath.

I didn't understand the current dilemma I am in. Why am I in somebody else's room and why did I just use somebody's toothbrush. Gross. Maybe, I can get out quietly – act as if nothing happened. But. I can't just leave.

Going outside the bathroom, I strode to the bed and took my phone. Opening up the contacts, I was about to press the call button on Jenna's name when I heard the door opening and a voice saying, 'Oh! You're awake. I bought food.'

'Whoa,' he said as I stumbled on my feet with my buttocks on the floor. 'Easy there.'

'Henry!' I jumped.

'Yeah? What is it? He asked while taking out the food from the plastic. He placed it on the table near to him.

'Why am I –' I watched Henry remove his shoes and shirt which reeked of sweat. Time seemed to move slowly currently as I watched him remove his shirt, allowing me to see his well-defined torso that appeared to be taken out directly from a sculpture. I was so lost looking at him that I forgot what I was about to say.

'What were you saying?' He licked his rosy thin lips as he asked. 'A bit sweaty here, a'ight.'

'Uhh,' I said, unable to process and organize my thoughts. 'I think I was going to ask why I was here.'