Project Number 5314

Amber

"Good morning Amber" greeted Joanna as she was wrote something down on her clip board.

" Morning" I replied. Every day was the same, waking up to Doctor Joanna O'Leary checking up on me.

" How are you feeling? Anything unusual "she questioned as she checked my IVs.

" Nope, I'm feeling pretty good." I replied happily .

" That's good, very good" Joanna mumbled. I felt uneasy yet decided not to show how uncomfortable I am with this change.

" What was that?" I asked Joanna.

" Nothing you need to worry about. I was just thinking out loud." There was something off with Joanna, I could feel it. She was quiet, distant as if waiting for something to happen. Joanna's peculiar behaviour was starting to make me anxious.

After checking that I was in a stable condition the doors slid open again.

" Good morning" said Paulina cheerfully.

" Good morning" I replied timidly. I always felt more nervous around Paulina. The heart monitor picked up on my heart's acceleration and started to beep faster , causing my cheeks to light up due to the heat which made Paulina giggle.

"Why so nervous Amber? I'm not going to eat you" she said amused. I didn't answer and instead focused on anything other than Paulina.

"Paulina may we talk outside for a minute?" asked Joanna.

" Of course, see you later Amber" with that she shuffled after Joanna and winked at me . Soon both disappeared through the automatic doors. While both women were outside the room, I got out of bed and walked to the small bathroom on the opposite side of the room making sure to be careful with carrying the IVs. I grabbed my hairbrush and brushed the unflattering tangles out of my short hair.

I stopped for a while to look at myself in the mirror I felt confused as to what I saw. It was me, physically, but I didn't feel like it really was. There was something missing, numb feelings that constantly haunted me for little reason. Sometimes mentally I'd feel like someone else, like I'm trapped, in reality someone different to whom I am on a daily basis.

Moving the hair to one side I saw the numbers that were a part of me for as long as I can remember. I traced the numbers with my fingers first came the five, then the more rigid four, next I let my fingers glide smoothly over the bumpy three and finally a sharp end with the one. I never understood why or how that tattoo managed to become a part of me. I remember how once I felt bold enough to ask Joanna about the tattoo. Her response was simple; she said that it was from my life before she saved me from my abusive parents. This made me shiver yet I accepted that it's always going to be a part of me.

After cleaning myself up a bit I put on a loose gown and sat back down on my bed. Despite the medical equipment it wasn't a hospital room. It was more like a small apartment: with a kitchen joined with a sitting room, two bathrooms one by the main entrance and one in my bedroom. The rooms were small yet enough for me. The kitchen wasn't used very often unless me and Paulina decided to bake something together.

Usually their chef Jake would make the meals. He was a handsome man who had incredible talent for cooking. Jake surely had many beautiful women chase after him. He cooked with so much passion that it was mirrored by the taste and look of his dishes. Not much women would be able to resist him. Even though mine and his relationship was stable enough for me to call him a friend, both Paulina and Jake seemed to have a slight dislike towards each other.

Speaking of food, Paulina walks in with a trolley of aromatic meals . I smile at her when I noticed that there was more than enough food to feed both of us

" Hey. Thought you would like some company" said Paulina smugly.

" Perhaps" I smirked. Both of us moved to the sitting room deciding it would be the best place to eat without making too much of a mess.