Mwahahah!!!
Chapter Three
I woke to the sound of an insistent clanging, sitting up on the stiff cot slowly, and nearly jumping out of my skin. Where was I? Bewildered I inspected the room, it was desolate, there was no other furniture and it was completely dark. 'Clang!' The metal door on the far side of the room swung open and a plump woman waddled in.
"Morning deary," she greeted cheerily, "Here's your breakfast, eat up! The rounds start in an hour or so." she placed a metal tray at the foot of the cot then bustled out. I sat there stunned and blinking. Huh? But she didn't return, and I was left in the dank closet, with a plate of who knows what.
For a few minutes I just gazed at the food, is it poisoned? Will I die if I eat it? My throat seemed to close up and I caved, sniffing at the tray. A biscuit, a glass of water and a poached egg sat perched on the sterilized plate. I licked my lips. It looked so incredibly good, one bite wouldn't hurt anything. Before I could pull back I'd shoveled the delicacies into my stomach, loving the taste of food.
Satisfied with my breakfast I set the plastic fork they'd given me down and folded my legs under me. I had to figure this out, where was I? A cold lump formed in the pit of my stomach and my blood ran cold.
Again I cast a curious glance around the room looking for a token of recognition, there was none. The breath caught in my throat and I let out a ragged gasp, I fought to keep control. Okay calm down this had to be a dream, yeah definitely a dream. I pinched myself- come on Rebecca wake up! I pinched again and flinched, okay so it's not a dream. I looked at the mold covered walls and my heart fluttered. I swallowed my uncertainty. No this had to be a mistake I mean, I'd get out of here, of course I would. Umm, where exactly is here?
I tumbled off the bed and onto the damp floor, oh no oh no oh no! This can't be! I crawled around the ground, scratching at the dirt looking for something-anything! Tears stung at my eyes, oh god, I was trapped! Horror choked me and I somberly crawled onto the creaky cot and curled into a ball.
How could this have happened? I was supposed to have been on a plane to California, but here I am stuck in this prison cell, alone and frightened!
Finding that I still wore my clothes I buried my face into the jacket. I could still smell my house on them, could pick out the different scents of buttermilk and roses. My pulse slowed at the smell the comforting smell that encased my nose. I breathed it in again and again, tears flowing down my pale cheeks.
Okay I was going to be alright- I'd just ask them politely why I was here. Maybe it was a practical joke. Maybe Dian... No, she wouldn't have-I visualized her cunning face, okay she was absolutely capable of this thing. I glanced around, were there any cameras? I couldn't tell it was too dark in here. Okay the next time someone opens the door take a look around, just make sure to look casual, like your just curious what the room looks like in light. Blink a few times and shade your eyes like you can't tell where the light is coming from.
According to that one woman I wouldn't have any visitors for at least an hour... and what were rounds? I puzzled over this strange phrase. Was it like rounds in prison where the security guard came to check if you were still there? Or like boot camp where you had to get dressed in like ten seconds, make sure you looked ship-shape and then had to tuck in your bed so tight a quarter could bounce on it? I glanced at the door and gasped. What if I was at one of those psycho wards? Was I ill in the head?
Hmm... dreaming that some bats attacked me in the park and tried to kill me...that counts as a 'hell yes'! I furrowed my brow... was that really what I'd dreamt about? All I remembered was going to the park and then- my mind fuzzed over. I-I couldn't remember...
