The Basement

Chapter One

           

Scott P.O.V.

I woke up with a start. I was in a room I didn't recognize, on the floor. Where was I? I didn't remember anything from the day before. My head could only generate one thought: Mitch. I should never have left him alone. He could be hurt. The thought of him sprawled on the floor, in pain, made me feel sick to my stomach. I had to get to him. I stood up, and looked around. I realized that I was not in any room, but I was outside, next to an old building I had never seen before. Why was I here? The wind ruffled my already messy hair, and I shivered. It was cold, and I had a thin jacket on that didn't provide any warmth. My heart was beating one hundred miles a minute. My head didn't hurt, so I figured I had not gotten drunk the night before, since I did not have any of my normal hungover symptoms. I let a soft cry for help. Then turned around. There was no one around. "MITCH?!" I yelled. I was hoping he would be right around the corner, and everything would be okay. But there was no answer. My heart plummeted. Damnit. "Mitch..." I called out again, much softer and much weaker this time. I pulled my phone out of my pocket. Just as I expected, it was dead. I had no choice but to walk towards the entrance of the building. When I reached the door, I paused. I placed my hand on the doorknob and took a deep breath. It was locked. I cursed under my breath and tried the other doorknob. This time, the door swung open. Shocked, I stepped inside the building. What I first saw was a front desk just a few feet away from me with benches along the walls. There were no signs, except for one on the desk that read "Please wait for someone to assist you." I walked to the front desk and saw that there was a small bell, so I picked it up and rung it. I didn't expect anything to happen, but all of a sudden, a woman came out from behind a small door and walked over to the desk.

This woman was short, and had a bob of black hair. She was wearing red lipstick and black eyeliner and looked up at me with sea-green eyes. "Hello sir, how may I help you?" she asked me. I stuttered. "Uh, h-hi, I'm sorry, I have no idea what this place is, but it's just, could you tell me how far I am from Los Angeles? I need to get home," I stammered. She looked at me quizzically. "Los Angeles? You're not here for the convention?" she asked me. I was so confused. Convention? "Um, no. I just really need to find my best friend and get home," I replied. Her eyes suddenly narrowed and her eyebrows raised. "Your best friend? Is he missing?" she asked me with a bit of an icy tone. I didn't know how to reply to this. I mean, Mitch wasn't missing, I just didn't know where he was. My heart sank again as I thought about how I had told him to go off and have fun without me, and that I was just going to go out and maybe do some shopping. We had just gotten Starbucks. He told me to take the car, and that he could just walk to a friend's house. How could I have let him just walk around without me? I mean, of course he was a responsible adult, but... oh my god what if something terrible had happened to him? I turned my focus back to the woman and said, "Well, I mean, no, I just don't know where he is. He went off without me yesterday and I can't call him now because my phone's dead." Fear was building up inside of me. What if Mitch had tried to call me but I couldn't answer because my phone was dead? I was snapped back into reality when the woman spoke again. "A young man showed up late last night. He was probably here for the convention. It's possible that he is your friend," she said calmly. I was startled that this was the conclusion she had come to. Mitch had never said anything about a convention. "I don't remember him saying he was going to something like that... but," I trailed off. Maybe he just saw a sign for it and decided to check it out? "Do you remember what he looked like?" I asked her. The woman closed her eyes, as if trying to remember. Eyes still closed, she replied, "He was a few inches shorter than you, had dark brown hair, and deep brown eyes." That sounded just like Mitch. My heart rate quickened at the possibly that he was in the very next room. But I had to be sure. "You... you don't remember what he was wearing, do you?" I asked. She nodded, slightly. "He was wearing a black hoodie and jeans," she replied. My face lit up and my heart soared. "That's him!! Could you, um, take me to him?" I asked excitedly. The woman smiled primly at me, and shook her head. I was taken aback. "But... he's my best friend and we want to go home!" I said. The woman walked slowly back towards the door, speaking in a sickly sweet tone. "Mitchell will not be going anywhere."

First part's done, yay!! Let me know what you guys think!! I have lots more stuff planned for this story, I'm very excited :) Okay, love y'all! STAY FCUTE, KISSIES!!! <3