A/N: I know this is a bit short, but I'm just a little bit in love with this idea. I borrowed the concept from sense8, but have made some changes to make it my own. It may not seem it yet, but this story will get a little dark in future chapters. For now, I hope you enjoy

XOXOXO

Beca woke up. She didn't know what time it was, but it was definitely later than she had meant to sleep. She had laid down after class, planning to nap until dinner. Now she was in complete darkness.

She didn't feel rested at all. In fact, she felt like she'd only slept for about ten minutes. She let out a frustrated groan, as she reached over to turn on the lamp on her desk. Instead of the lamp, her fingers bumped into the wall. Beca cocked her head in confusion, trying to gain her bearings in the dark room.

Disoriented from not having a fixed starting place in her mind, she didn't realize she was already standing. Her first thought was that she'd somehow turned herself around in bed. It wasn't until she felt around and found walls on all sides, that her anxiety grew.

She rubbed the sleep out of her eyes and decided that it must be some kind of prank. "Very funny guys," she said, hoping that at least one of her friends, if not all of them, were within hearing distance. Maybe it was a college prank she'd never heard of. No doubt, it was bizarre enough to be something of Amy's doing. She wouldn't put anything past her friends. Beca was met with silence.

Where the hell was she? She needed something to do in order to fight off the panic that was building. Beca felt her way around the space with more awareness now. She focused on how the walls felt, deciding that they felt like typical walls on the inside of a house.

Wherever she was, the lack of light and direction were making her dizzy. She couldn't feel anything inside the space except herself. Talking herself through it, she spent the next ten minutes rubbing her trembling hands against every bit of wall that she could reach. Nothing.

"Oh God," she said, rubbing her hands over her face. She told herself that freaking out wasn't going to help anything, but it didn't stop her from kicking the wall in front of her several times. Realizing the futility of the situation, anxiety turned to fear.

She needed to get away. Moving from the wall in front of her, she took a step back. Beca felt something jab into her hip. She jumped in surprise and spun on her heels. It had hit hard enough that she knew she would bruise. What the hell had it been? She knew she'd covered the walls carefully and there had been nothing.

Trying to calm herself down, Beca took a few steadying breaths. Maybe she was still asleep or maybe she had begun sleepwalking or... "Get a fucking grip," she said aloud. Reaching in front of her, she fumbled her way across the surface before her hand stumbled across a doorknob.

Beca breathed a sigh of relief, not even caring that she had somehow missed it. The door was stuck, but all it took was a good shove before it opened. She had thought once she made it through the door things would make sense, but as she stepped into the larger room she realized she wasn't anywhere that she recognized.

Beca's mind raced with worst-case scenarios. Had she been kidnapped? Had someone slipped something into her drink at lunch? Had she lost her mind? Her fear was gradually being replaced with annoyance and frustration.

As she looked around the room, she noticed that it was a bedroom and the room she had been in was a closet. There weren't any lights on, but the curtains were open and a street light poured in enough light to see by. She walked over towards the bed and noticed someone was in it.

Trying to stay quit, she took a moment to explore the rest of the room. She felt a tug inside herself that kept leading her eyes back to the figure in the bed. It seemed like a stupid thing to do, but Beca moved closer to try to see who it was. Maybe she would recognize them and would be able to figure out what was going on. Blonde hair splayed across the pillow and Beca wanted to pull the covers down lower to see her face. She was bundled under the blanket in a way that only her eyes were visible.

From what Beca could tell, they seemed to be about the same age. Beca couldn't imagine this girl being a part of whatever was going on. There wasn't a trace of anything sinister about her. She looked too innocent. It wasn't just the way she looked; Beca knew this girl wouldn't hurt anyone. Reaching down, Beca moved to brush the covers away from her cheek. She just wanted to touch her.

The blonde stirred, forehead crinkling in obvious distress as she began to move. Not wanting to wake her, Beca took a step back. Her feet stumbled as she tripped over them, graceful as always. Losing her balance, she fell back against the wall behind her. On the way down, she had tried to grab onto anything she could reach and knocked a glass off the bedside table, but managed to hold onto a book that was lying next to it. She yelped in surprise - so much for being stealthy.

The blonde was awake now, fearful eyes searching the area where Beca was sitting. With her back to the window, it was too dark to make out her features, but Beca could tell she was afraid. "I'm sorry," Beca spluttered. She wasn't sure why she was apologizing, but seeing the blonde scared just brought out a protectiveness that she didn't quite understand. "I woke up and I don't know where I am or what I'm doing here. You don't have to be afraid I'm not going to hurt you."

The blonde didn't react to anything she was saying. She just kept looking around in fear, eyes not focusing on anything specific. Beca had a sinking feeling that the other girl couldn't see her. Everything went dark and when Beca could see again, she found herself on the ground next to her bed. The last thing she had seen was the blonde drawing her legs up and curling into herself afraid.

Beca panted for a few moments trying to catch her breath. "You're such a weirdo," she said to herself. She must have been dreaming. The trip in her dream was just her brains way of processing that she'd fallen out of bed. She was drenched in sweat and her muscles were sore from the tension and fall.

It didn't make sense, but she was still so curious about the blonde. It felt like she'd lost something important. The afternoon sun brightened her room and she realized she couldn't have slept too long. Beca looked at the clock and realized that she'd only been out for about thirty minutes. She had just enough time to take a shower if she hurried. She had told Amy she'd meet her and knew how much shit her friend would give her if she were late. It had felt so real and a part of her was sad that it hadn't been.

Finished with the shower, she got dressed quickly and grabbed her bag. Beca made sure her wallet was tucked inside, and grabbed her phone off the charger. As she left, the one thing she didn't notice was the unfamiliar book that had fallen under the edge of the bed where she had dropped it.

XOXOXO

I'd love to hear some feedback on this one in particular. It's a little bit different from the things I normally write. I struggled with writing a chapter like this with only one person and their thoughts. I hope it turned out okay. Let me know what you think :)