4:00 AM// j.g, c.d

5

I flicker my eyes as my vision focuses. It seems I'm conscious once again from what seemed like months in a deep sleep. I stretch my limbs and loudly yawn as the very unfamiliar white sheets ruffle. This is not the bed I usually get up from every morning , these sheets- they aren't the familiar old, gray, coffee stained linen as my own. I jolt up immediately at sight of this unknown bed that does not belong to me.

My throat felt as if I swallowed a dry pill and my heart rate was through the roof. The room seemed to be a fair size having modern touches, with a 180º view of Los Angeles. The sky was a purple-tinged grey, while on the west was more of reddish-orange.

My thoughts are all over the place.

Who's house am I in?

How did I get here?

Why am I here?

Where's my phone?

I struggle to get up from the very comfortable mattress. I notice I'm still dressed in the same clothing that I was wearing at school, before everything went blank.
Closing my eyelids, I traveled back to when the whole event happened. I most definitely remember how I was having small talk with Jack before class started, he was being his usual mysterious self. Then something odd occurred. I was hearing many voices, though I had no idea where they were coming from. I partially remember that I was heading somewhere, I'm guessing it was the clinic or the bathroom. But out of every single thing that occurred that day, I specifically remember the words "Tick Tock."

I stroll towards the closed, glass door and wrap my hands around the cold metal knob. I have to get out of this place quick, my brother is probably worried that I'm not home. In fact, he's probably calling me as I stand here.

The door creaks as it opens. I step into the wide set hallway with doors that lead to other rooms, tip toeing quietly as I try to find my way through this luxurious estate.

"Is she awake yet?" I hear a feminine voice say in a distance, it sounded as if it was coming from downstairs.

"Nah, but I hope she gets up soon. We have to get going in a little while" A very familiar male voice says.

That voice, its like I've heard it many times before. I replay what that voice said again and again in my head as I try to figure out who that voice belongs to. I find the broad stairs leading towards the front door.

"Actually, I think I'm gonna go check on her - I haven't checked on her in a while." The deep voice male stated.

Shit I'm screwed. With my luck, I'll most likely bump into him as I'm trying to make it to the front door.

I begin to sprint down the marble stairs. The stairs seemed to go on forever though it was just my mind making a mirage. I make it the front door but am greeted by the sight of the one and only.

"Cameron? "

"Lana, you're finally awake!" He smiles widely. He's dressed in an over sized white t-shirt, a black bomber, and casual black jeans.

He raced towards me and gave me an overly tight bear hug. Suddenly, my stomach went in knots, and my heart raced. The way he firmly wrapped his arms around me and swayed his body gave me a sense of, safety.

Being filled with relief yet nervousness I respond, "Y-yea I am," He released me from the embrace.

"So uh- how did I get here, you live here- this is your house?" I fail to sound smooth.

"Well, I was in the school hallway to use the bathroom and I saw you, passed out on the ground. I picked you up and took you to the office, they called your family but no one answered. I called my mom and told her about the situation and she volunteered to take you home so you could rest." Cameron genuinely spoke "And yes, this is my house." He adds as he leads me to the kitchen.