Chapter I - I Officially Hate The Color White
I opened my eyes blinking three times, staring at a plain white ceiling. And as I let my eyes wander, the walls were the same plain white color. The brightness dizzied me and at one point I couldn't tell where the wall and ceiling began, they just mixed together forming this white blob surrounding me in a suffocating manner. What was going on?
My head ached and as I lifted my arm to rub my temples and clear my clouded thoughts, I almost gasped. My arm felt like nothing, but at the same time there was this strange numbness when I moved it. When I wiggled my fingers I could practically feel my eyes grow five times their normal size. It was like my fingers were there. . .but they felt weightless. Everything felt different, and I tried to steady my breathing before I had a panic attack.
I still couldn't focus on any one thought. It was just a jumble of my feelings and flashes of pictures that I couldn't interpret. My emotions were all over the place and I almost felt like everything that was happening was drug induced. Almost like the one time I had a concussion in gym class and I was fed drugs through a tube in my veins.
The thought made me paranoid and I finally looked down at myself, my head spinning from the movement. I didn't really know how to register what I saw, but as my head became more clear I could focus on the fact that I was dressed in a thin white dress that clung to my body a little too tight for my liking.
Finally my brain had the sense to wonder where the hell I was? I swallowed a lump in my throat the size of a golf ball, I sat up and looked around.
Nothing. That's what I felt like I was looking at. Nothing. The room was utterly white from head to toe and the only thing in the room was the narrow bed I had woken up on. Even the bed was white. . .white mattress,white sheets, white blanket. I put a shaky hand on my upset stomach to stop myself from retching all over the, you guessed it, white floors.
I felt so trapped and my eyes rapidly searched for an exit.
My eyes settled on the slightest outline of a door to the far right, and I hopped off the bed. I didn't make it too far though, as I came to a standstill. I was so dizzy that the room began to spin in a nauseating circle. I grabbed for the bed to center myself.
How long had I been asleep to make me like this? As I held onto the bed so tightly that the palm of my hands ached, I tried to figure everything out.
Where was why? What happened to me? How did I get here? Am I in a hospital? No, I couldn't possibly be, this was unlike any hospital I've ever been to. This had to be a joke! No, even better. . .this was a dream!
I almost sighed with relief. I pinched my arm and shouted at myself mentally, "Wake up! Wake up already! You know this isn't real!" But nothing happened. I waited for what felt like minutes, maybe hours for myself to float out of this nightmare and into the real world where I would wake up in my stuffy room, with Percy, my cat, tucked into a snug ball of fluff at the end of my bed. But nothing happened.
I finally let go of the bed, able to stand on my feet without support. I walked what felt like a mile to the end of the room. Up close I could see the white doorknob blending in perfectly. I licked my dry lips and grabbed for the knob.
Just then the door opened in my face, as a burly man with a balding head and ice colored eyes stepped in. I couldn't help myself, I shrieked loudly, falling back tripping on nothing but air and landing on the ground roughly.
But I never peeled my gaze away from the man who's eyes tore right through me. "Who are you?" I asked through gritted teeth. It was supposed to sound menacing, but it was just as about menacing as the dust collecting under my couch at home.
The man shut the door behind him and walked closer. I jumped to my feet, "Don't come any closer!" I shouted, balling my hands into fists as if I was going to actually hit him. My voice sounded borderline desperate, and my eyes probably gave away a crazed look. "Don't come any closer." I said again, this time slowly and emphasizing every word. "If you even touch me I'll. . .I'll-" My threat cut off as I wondered what I would do? Nothing. So I didn't even continue, I just kept backing away, putting more and more distance between me and the stranger.