Hi everyone, this is my first fan-fiction story. This is just the first chapter, but I plan to be finished with the whole book within the next week or so, so check back to read more!
Can you hear me, Tom? Tom? Listen to me! Tom! Teresa kept trying to contact Thomas, but it was hopeless. She felt as if an important part of her had been ripped out of her, like one leg off a chair, so that it could barely stand.
She had woken to find herself in a white room, which, unknown to her, was exactly like Tom's.
Meals were delivered to her through a trapdoor three times a day. The days crept by, and each day when she woke up her first though was: is Tom back? Is he alive? She checked every five minutes to see if he was answering her. Tom? She called through her head. It was as if they were on different sides of an ocean, and Tom had shut off his radio, leaving her without communication.
She missed the feel of his lips on hers, his arms around her neck, his fingers running through her hair.
The days were creeping by, and Teresa knew she had to try to escape. It might be a worthless effort, seeing what WICKED could do, but it was worth a try.
How could I escape…? Then it suddenly came to her. The food trapdoor! Teresa tried to go back the way the food had come. When the next meal was about to come, the trapdoor would down to get the food. Teresa waited for the next meal to arrive.
Teresa quickly spotted this happening and jumped on the trapdoor. The trapdoor dropped down about 20 feet before suddenly springing back up. Teresa shot up out of the floor of the white room and hit her head on the ceiling. She didn't feel her head hit the ceiling, and was completely unconscious before she hit the ground.