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Draft 10: And Thus, She Is Caught

"Your blue eye still hurts?" He asked and the sly look on his face turned worried in a instant. He shifted closer to me on his chair and using one hand to remove my own hand that was on my covered eye, he held my jaw in his other hand as he inspected my face.

His expression was caring. A stark contrast to how devious they looked only seconds ago. And somehow, this... version of him seemed much more familiar.

"I told you to always think happy thoughts when it hurts, didn't I?" He said in a reprimanding voice as he inspected my features.

I felt like I'd found something lost the moment he said that as a memory teased my senses. Something that was purposely lost. I pushed him away so violently, I almost fell off the chair I was on.

The person that started my old Peter Pan obsession. The person who was the reason why my old diary and current journal were named Wendy and Peter respectively. Happy thoughts.

"You're-" My words were cut off with the intense pain I felt behind my blue eye and my head which made me whimper lowly in pain. And to top off the whole situation, there was a sudden blackout.

I was terrified of the dark.

The tremors finally showed up. My heart was racing, my hands were shaking and even worse, whatever I'd managed to remember about that guy had disappeared from my mind like a dream.

I was so stuck and tormented by my worried mind and pain that even with all the commotion in the darkness, I didn't notice anything till the power was restored.

He wasn't sitting beside me anymore.

I glanced around me still breathing heavily from my ordeal. There wasn't any sign of him. Only a blue sticky note on his finished bottle of water in the table. I picked it up to read.

"You drank from the wrong bottle. Run."

The wrong bottle?

Run?

And the pain I felt behind my eye came back. But it was my whole head and my both eyes that were in pain. I felt dizzy and feverish. Like I was drunk and high and sick all at once.

The wrong bottle. I was tricked?

I needed to get away from that place. But my brain wasn't functioning properly and I couldn't even see with my brown eye.

I tried standing up but I found myself on the floor. What's going to happen to me now?

I was dizzy. The world was spinning and I wasn't even sure if I was walking or crawling as I tried to run away from... I didn't even know who. I just knew I needed to run since that stranger had been gracious enough to tell me to.

My regrets were endless. The moment I felt like I knew that guy, I should have left. If I couldn't remember him, it was obviously for a good reason. I wasn't stupid, so my subconsciousness also wasn't, right?

Who am I lying to? I was already stupid to drink his stupid water the moment I saw his stupid self offer me his stupid bottle happily. He knew I was cautious. So he offered me the good one at first knowing I'd reject it!

No. The real problem was why I couldn't reject the water. Why I couldn't get up to leave the moment I realized he was danger. Why everyone I was touching to help me acted like I was invisible and easily got out of my grasp. In fact, I couldn't see any of their faces. And it wasn't because of whatever I was given. I just couldn't see any actual face that I could remember later.

Is this just another of my nightmares? Did I sleep without my pills?

Who was he? He was helping them but he definitely couldn't be among them if he's only assisting. And he still somehow gave he a hint in the end so maybe he wasn't totally on their side?

Stop overthinking and get through this. I told myself. I needed to get deeper into the crowd to loose whoever was after me if I wanted to survive.

The music. The heat. The crowd. It made me feel claustrophobic. And when I thought it couldn't get worse, I felt a hand cover my mouth, muffling the scream I would have let out a second later. That was if I would even be able to scream with how misplaced my senses and thinking pattern were.

Who is it? Which of them is it?!

"Shh. We can't have you attracting attention. You don't want anyone interupting our private time, right?"

I could feel my heartbeat from my ears all the way down to my fingers and toes. And it doubled when I recognized the voice.

Damien. Again.

I should have known.