{ song for this chapter - Carry On, Fun. }
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“Witch? … She just appeared in a cloud of smoke? … Dangerous?” I heard faint muffled voices nearby.
What the hell happened--
I heard some shuffling and a door close so I assumed my -- ‘kidnappers’ is what I’ll call them—left. I jolt up and take in my surroundings. I’m in a hospital bed? Last time I checked in wasn’t sick. This is so lame.
I get up only to collapse onto the cold tile flooring. My legs are asleep, how convenient. I wiggle my legs as I butt-scoot across the floor until the feeling in my legs comes back to me. I stand up and peek out the door window. It seems to be late and the hallways are kind of deserted besides the occasional nurse walking by.
This hospital gown isn’t even a little bit modest so I check the room for my former clothes. Eventually I find them.
I wind toilet paper around face so I can’t be identified if the nurses are like “oh no runaway patient!”. I then wrap myself in the blanket and leave the room. I sort of wander down the halls clumsily until I find a lobby.
The lady at front desk looks half-awake but nevertheless I approach her.
“Um… can you tell me what city this is?” I poke her shoulder.
“Storybrooke…” She eyes me suspiciously.
“Cool thanks—“ I stated rushing out of the door.
Okay, alright, this is totally safe. Just wander down the vacant streets of a strange city that you’ve never heard of and apparently just ‘appeared’ in. Mhm yep.
Whatever. I ignore my conscience’s sarcasm and continue to wander until I meet a sign that reads in bold letters ‘Storybrooke’. Gee I wonder if this is where the town ends!
There’s a line across the road as well. It looks like one that usually separates the primary from secondary playground at grade school. I rolled my eyes.
“Hey!” I spin around on my heels to see a woman get out of her police car.
I did what instincts told me and went full on mummy.
“Grr fear me…” I attempt.
“What are you doing?”
“Leaving obviously,” I state.
“Who are you?”
Wow –um –I’m stumped on that one.
“Good question…” I squint slightly.
“Can you tell me where you’re from?”
I dislike this woman already and it’s only been 1 minute.
“I’m a mummy, I’m obviously from Egypt,” I roll my eyes once again.
“Why is your face covered?”
“Why do you ask so many questions? Why is everyone in this town so sketchy? Can I leave yet?” I retort.
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Cursed { peter pan/robbie kay }
Fanfikce❝I was in the darkness, so the darkness i became...❞
