Well, hello there, thoughts. Never thought I would see you again. Wait- I'm with you the entire time. Yaay... Okay, let's see if I remember what just happened. I was walking down the sidewalk, it was midnight. I was listening to my playlist of Brittany Spears, and I was humming. I heard a gunshot through my headphones, which was down an alley. I walked down the alley saying "Hello?" and heard hurried whispers. Suddenly I was gagged and I passed out. Yeah, that's what happened. But how long was I out? I look around, but it's only darkness. Heck, I can't even see myself. Wait, do I have a blindfold on me? I reach up to my face to feel if I have a blindfold on. Yep, I do. Time to check where I am.
I take off the blindfold off, and I'm blinded by a bright light. After getting used to the light I look around the room. It seems normal.. Other than the multiple sets of bunk beds. Heck, I'm on one myself. Everything's grey, which is kinda boring. "Wait- where's my phone?!" I say quietly to myself, checking my pockets. My phone's still on me, thank goodness. I sigh a sigh of relief when I find my phone. I press the lock button, but it doesn't turn on. Shoot, that's right. My phone was low on battery when I started the music.. "Damn it. Where's my purse?" I look around to see if I can find my purse, I always have my important stuff in it like my phone charger or my wallet. "Oh, please this cannot be happening," I say to myself while getting up. Maybe I should try and get out? My purse could be anywhere in whatever building I'm in. I grab the doorknob and try to open the door. Locked. Dang it, where else could there be an exit? I look around the room. A desk is next to a wall with a computer on it an a few drawers. Near that computer is another door and next to that is a tiny window. No way am I gonna fit into that. I walk to the door and turn the handle. Not locked, okay. I open the door slowly. It's a bathroom. A well kept one, too.
I close the door, looks like there's no escape by going through there. What about the computer? I hope that it doesn't need a password, I don't know how to hack. At all. I move the mouse to see if it's on, which it is. It seems to be a windows 8, hopefully there is no password on it. I press the space bar when the lock screen comes up, and it opens the desktop. Thank god it didn't have a password. There was already a document open on Notepad. I clicked its icon on the task bar and it sprang onto the screen. I read its contents.
Hello, newbie.
I bet you're wondering where you are, aren't ya? don't worry, you're not dead and you wont be for a while. Since I am out for the time being, why don't you take a nap? Even though you just woke up, it might be best. See you in the morning, S.
"S?" I said out loud, my eyes already starting to droop. Did they put some type of sleeping gas on this computer?! I mustered enough strength to look at the time before falling back to sleep. Last thing I saw where the numbers 3:48.
3:48..
Three forty-eight.. AM..
My head hits the desk and I fall asleep.
I start to regain consciousness again. Damn my head hurts. The room's dark this time and I'm also on the floor. I hear something being put on wood. That S person is probably here. Suddenly a shoe was being pressed to my butt, and then I was kicked. I rolled across the room. I just finally noticed that my entire body is aching. What is this S person? A sadist? "you're finally up," says a masculine voice. I start to sit up, but I wince.
"careful, you might hurt yourself," he chuckles. I look up at the supposed S guy, and I'm met with quite a shock.
"A.. Skeleton..?" I say aloud and he laughs a 'yes'. He holds up something and even though it's dark I can tell its my purse.
"you have quite a collection in here, ya know," he says as he pulls out my phone charger, a miniature tablet that works like a computer, my wallet.
"Give me that!" I yell and I pounce on him, reaching for my purse before he could find anything else personal in it. The chair that he was sitting on, which was a comfy roller chair, fell over from my sudden weight.
"you're already pouncing after me, kitty?" he asked, which just left me dumbfounded for a moment.
"N-no! I'm not! Now give me my purse back!" I reach for my purse which was just out of my reach on the floor. He grabs on my arm with his left skeletal hand, I look down at him quizzically for a moment then get pulled into an embrace. i am unable to breathe for a moment, which is just me being shocked, and when I'm able to voice words the first thing that comes out is a "Let go of me!" with my face extremely bright red. I am especially not a fan of hugs or invasion of personal space. Okay, yeah I was invading his space but I was just trying to get my purse back! Now I'm trapped in his arms. This is so not what I was expecting! Somebody! Anybody! GET THIS DOUCHE OFF OF ME.
The skeleton has already gone past the personal space boundaries. Now he's smelling my hair AND clothes. THIS GUY IS A FREAK. I mean, why? Why do something this creepy? Is he a stalker, or? Please, someone, HELP ME.
"you smell so sweet," he says, interrupting my thoughts.
"What?" I ask.
"just like a peach," he says. He must be referring to my shampoo and conditioner that I use at home.
"D-don't make obvious statements! I know I smell like peaches! It's my shampoo you're smelling! Now, please! Let me go!" I whine a little, "Just let me go, please.." I hang my head, and it lays on his chest. I cry silently. I just want to go home.. After a moment, he shifts and sits up, letting me go from his embrace. "Wha?" I voice my confusion.
"you asked to be let go, so I let you go," he states.
"Oh.. Does- does that mean I can go home?!" I ask excitedly. I know it's a childish question and that there's a very slim chance of this being true buut maybe..
"no," he says flatly.
I knew it.
"B-but I need to go home! My work- I-I can't just skip it! I have responsibilities!"
"and you have been freed from them. We already done our research about you. we went over and told them that you have been relieved of your duties until further notice."
"Further notice? What do you mean?"
"you are being hunted down, missy." Missy?
"Are you serious?!" He nods. "Aaaah?! What am I gonna do?! I didn't even know- I mean! What? How?! Just! HOW?!" I ask frantically.
He shrugs his shoulders, saying, "i don't know why, missy. maybe you should ask them, maybe?"
"I'm not dealing with sarcasm!"
He laughs at my statement. "of course you aren't. look, we are just gonna protect you until the situation's solved. until then, you're gonna spend every waking moment in our warehouse. think of us as.. bodyguards," he finishes.
This is is way too much to handle.