Disclaimer: I do not own the Mediator series or any of its characters; Meg Cabot owns them … lucky duck.


Sequence

White.

Everything was so meretriciously white.

I shifted slightly from where I was lying, and sat up slowly, on the sturdy white bed, draped with thin white sheets, which were currently entangled with my uncovered legs.

As I stared at the blindingly white walls before me, I searched my mind hastily for answers. I squinted my eyes and furrowed my eyebrows, turning thoughts repeatedly in my mind as I scrutinised every memory for comprehension.

Where was I? Was this the afterlife, which I had constantly speculated on? Was this the fate that had been planned for me - based on my previous actions?

It couldn't have been…

Shivering slightly, I threw my bare feet off the bed, allowing them to brush with the cold, polished, white flooring and breathed in deeply, accepting the cool sterilised air, which rapidly filled my lungs, and attempted to calm the clawing emotion that was building up within me.

Fear. Is that what they call it?

Everything was so silent, eerily silent; I could feel the hairs on the back of my neck, prickling and standing up on edge, as I scanned the room carefully.

My eye finally caught on the white door at the far end of the room, and I sought out for the shiny brass knob that should have been extruding from the wood. Instead, I found nothing.

What kind of place was this?

I jumped up quickly, making my way over to the door, searching blindly with numb hands for some kind of escape. Maybe it was a trick, an illusion of the mind. Maybe there was actually a door handle there, and I was just missing it.

After a while of fumbling with the minute cracks of the door and brushing my hands, flatly, along the grained surface of the painted door, I released the unsteady breath that had been gradually increasing in my lungs, as I bordered on the edge of panic, and I gave up.

I ran my hands, anxiously, through my hair whilst shaking my head frenetically in confusion and backing into the wall behind me. My back sidled along the edge of the white barrier as I sunk down, pressing my knees to my chest and resting my pounding head in my arms.

As I closed my eyes to the darkness, which soon enveloped my body and soul, one last thought raced intensely through my mind … I didn't do it.


A/N – Yeah, hey there mediator fans! This is my first entry under this category, so don't be too harsh in your reviews – which you will do, right? Review, I mean, because I will love you for eternity! (Beams)

Anyways, I know this first chapter – which is actually a prologue – is extremely vague and completely mystifying, however, this is actually, exactly what I was striving for … confusion. I was hoping that maybe it would tempt you guys to read on, for further chapters, which shall be up soon. Once the plot unfolds, everything in this chapter will be clarified, but I'm sure you've already sought out a theory on where this prologue is set; if not, don't fret, you'll find out soon enough.

Anyhow, enough of my useless rambling and onto what exactly, I would like you, yes you, to do: REVIEW!

Thank you so much for reading; I hope I didn't bewilder you too much.