Stranded

Chapter Seventeen

*I've wanted to write this chapter so bad! Ever since I started this book, I wanted to write this. This chapter is the main reason why I wrote it. ouo You'll see why.*

Chapter Seventeen:

I yawned as I sat up from my sleeping position. That didn't even make any sense?

Whatever. I'm not going to describe how I wake up.

I looked around, and saw that Trevor was nowhere to be seen. I furrowed my eyebrows and scratched the back of my head. Where did he go? What time is it? Did Jade cook some food?

I threw off the blankets, and walked over to the door and opened it. I stared into the hallway. Which way do I go again? Wait, how did I even get here? Oh yeah, Matt lead me here.

D*mn it.

I closed the door, and wandered through the halls aimlessly. I have no idea where I'm going, and I'm probably not going to know until I get a few more tours of this huge house.

I was tired of just walking around in random directions, so I started screaming. "Help. Help. I'm lost in this humungusaur house. I am tired, lost, and hungry. Help. Right now." I demanded in monotone, but it was loud. It just sounded like I was bored and sarcastic. And like I was reading a script.

But I still got no reply.

"Guys, seriously! I'm lost in this big house! Come help me!" I screamed louder, my voice sounding normal and not robotic.

"Meanies," I huffed as I slumped against the wall, falling right onto the ground.

"Help! Help! Guys! I have to pee, and I don't even know where's the bathroom!" I called, slightly wiggling. That just means I'm doing the pee pee dance.

"Guys? Oh my gosh," My heart started beating frantically in my chest. I hurriedly got up, and started trying to find my way downstairs. What if the aliens broke in here and got them, and not me for some dumb reason?! What if I just walk in there, and they're all--dead?

I felt tears welling up in my eyes as I desperately tried to find the stairs to go downstairs. "Guys. Please answer me," I croaked. I don't want my best friends to be gone. It wouldn't be fair if they were gone, and not me.

I turned a corner, and found the stairs. I gasped, and ran towards it, a tear slipping my eye. I quickly wiped it away as I rushed down the stairs.

"Guys? Where are you? Please tell me you're okay," I whispered the last part, my voice almost breaking.

I searched all of downstairs, but I couldn't find anyone. You know, except for Joe's corpse on the couch, which frightened me greatly.

Wait...I got frightened?

I don't get scared. That means I do. When it's someone who I love and care about getting hurt or lost. I just never noticed.

I sat on the couch across from where Joe was. I wanted to cry. But I knew I shouldn't. It wouldn't help me find them. And who knows? They might just be doing something. They'll be back. I just got to think positive.

And thinking positive helps make the whole situation better, and they'll just automatically come back, right Adrienne?

Stupid conscious. No. I don't think that.

Yes you do.

Then you'd be thinking it too, wouldn't you?

Nope, because I'm smarter than you.

I am you!

No. You're not.

What?! You're in my head, my body, my mind.