Your World, My World

Chapter 1

My cold breath hits the side of my small pale shoulder. I softly open my eyes and see that my head is leaning hard against my collarbone. I lift my head up causing the long, bright teal hair that was once covering my face now lifting onto my shoulders and dangle along my waist.

My eyes slowly lift up just enough for me to see nothing but a pure white room; a blinding bright white room. Nothing but white paint splattering the walls, floor, and ceiling. I quickly squint so my eyes can adjust to my surroundings. I sling my body forward, focused on moving my small body, but I don't move. Can't move. I quickly glance up at my wrists. They are tied slightly above where my head is in big, heavy silver locks. I trace the chain going all the way to the plain ceiling. As I look up, I can see wires in all sorts of colors come out of my back also holding me back from moving.

Great.

I dangle the bright silver chain, hoping they could break and let me free. But when they don't even give out the slightest noise, I start to panic. I slash both my wrists back and forth, trying to break free from this weird place. I do it over and over again until my breath turns heavy. Just when I'm about to give up, a booming loud voice fills up the empty room.

"How are you feeling?"

I jolt my whole body up. Curious to know where that sound came from and how I could understand it. But when I look around the circular room, there is nothing or no one to be found. Nothing but a girl in the middle of a circular room who just so happens to be me.

"Do you know your name?" The loud voice speaks again, but not as alarming. I do one more quick glance around. But once I again see nothing, I give out a slight sigh and speak, "Where am I?" I can hear a rather dark voice chuckle slightly. As I hear that, I look straight ahead. On the far right corner, I can see a small black dot. That must be where the speaker is. "Answer my question, do you know your name?" The sound in this person's voice is serious now. It makes my head throb. But the weird thing is, I can't remember my name. Do I even have a name? I look straight ahead and answer, hoping to make direct and rude, but coming out soft and shy. I whisper, "I don't know..."

There was a long pause. A few seconds go by, then soon turn into minutes. I wonder if the person behind the voice is still even there. I'm about to continue trying to escape when the voice interrupts my thoughts along with a loud sigh of frustration.

"It seems like we have failed yet another test. Maybe if we program Virus Forty-Seven she will remember," I squint. Wondering what the person could be possibly talking about, ",but for now, I think we need to restart. Again. Get rid of her. We'll just have to start from scratch."

A loud buzzing sound entered the room. Where was it coming from? I looked all around, but nothing was to be found. It sounded like a million bees buzzing at one time. The sound grew louder and louder. But as it grew, something in my upper chest started to burn. The louder the buzzing got, the greater the pain inside me grew-The more it burned. It felt like someone has soaked my heart in gasoline and set it ablaze. Soon enough it was almost unbearable. The pain coursing in my chest was like an electric shock. Only it didn't last a few seconds. In fact, I don't know when it's gonna stop. Or when the pain will die down. I hope it'll be soon. I let out a painful, shrieking scream, which causes only more pain to course through me. When I think I'm just about to burst into flames, it stops. All of it. The buzzing, the pain, the everything. It just all suddenly stops. My weak body lifts up so I can see ahead.

Nothing.

Hmph, then what caused the pain and the buzzing sound to stop?

All of a sudden there is a loud CRASH. My gaze quickly glides to where the sudden outburst was. My shiny, bright aqua eyes widen as I take in what I am seeing. The once plain white wall to the right of where I am placed is now shattered into pieces. Big pieces, small pieces, whatever shape and size have scattered across the floor. Sheetrock is all over the ground, and a newly puffed mist floats the air.

As soon as it lifts, I can see inside the black whole ,where seemed to be a hallway, was a middle-aged man. He was very, very tall with short ,finely cut black hair and small black glasses that covered both of his dark, terrified eyes. They were wide open. As if he has seen a ghost only a moment before. He was wearing clean black pants and a long white lab coat. As if he was trying to blend in with the walls. But what made him pop out from everything else was the bright red stain in the middle of his chest.

He stood very still. Making me soon wonder if he is actually breathing or some sort of advanced manikin. The man before me, turns his head and stares at me. As he tilts his head, his small black glasses come crashing to the floor. Moments after his glasses fall and he stares at me with bone-chilling eyes, he falls, starting on his side, into the broken pieces of sheetrock that spread across the floor with a loud bang. Once his body makes contact with the cold floor, I notice that their is a rather big object behind him.

Behind where the man stood was a boy around my age. He had sky blue eyes that were completely alluring. I wanted to drown in those eyes when he looked up at me. His messy yellow, blonde bangs covers his face as he looks back down at the man. In his hand, he holds a very big, sharp dagger. The hair on the back of my neck lifts up when I see a bright red crimson color splattered onto the blade. But I don't stop staring at him. I can't stop. His eyes, even when he isn't looking at me, draws me to him. His small ponytail high on the back of his head hides behind many strands of loose hair when he glances back up at me. I shiver. Something about him is off, maybe even scary. Then I realize that it's the way he looked up at me. The words, "I have killed someone" haunts his eyes. But just as soon as it appeared, it vanished; and his wonderful alluring blue eyes return.

"We need to go," he says in a shaky voice, as if he is scared, before he quickly paces behind me. I can feel his cold hands push my long hair out of the way to touch the back of my neck. A beeping noise enters the air, then stops when the locks around my wrists open up and the wires on my back unhook themselves. I fall to the ground with a loud thud.

Ouch.

Maybe because I wasn't using my legs they have become weak.

"Get up! We don't have time for this, Miku!" He quickly, gracefully wraps his arms around my fragile shoulders and helps me up to my feet. Once they regain strength, the boy grabs my wrist as hard as he can and bolts from the room, dragging me along with him like a puppet. He jumps over the broken sheetrock and into the plain white hallway that spreads on both sides of me. We quickly make a sharp turn to the left and dash down the never-ending hallway. Where is he taking me? Why did he call me Miku? Why did he kill-

"Do you know who you are?" He asks interrupting my thoughts, not bothering to turn around and face me. Instead, he just keeps running, only grabbing my wrist even tighter. But before I can even answer, a loud alarm goes off.

All I can here is the beeping noises surrounding me. Even if someone was talking to me, I wouldn't be able to here them. The boy stops suddenly and looks at a nearby alarm high on the wall next to us. It's almost blinding white lights flash over and over as the beeping continues. He mumbles something and then takes off again. Only this time, he grips my hand and runs even faster. I follow, not sure if I should trust him, but supposing it would be better than having that buzzing inside me come back.

We pass a series of hallways. Turning on some of them, others just running straight ahead. A few times we had to stop so he could remember where to go. Or at least, I hope he knows where he's going. But as we dash down plain hallways, I realize that there is nothing to be worried about.

There are no guards chasing us, no dogs hunting us down, none of that. Just the overly loud beeping sound that now makes me feel like my ears are bleeding. To distract me, I start to focus on the doors name's we pass. "Taser Room", "Electric Notes", "Kokoro". I jolt my eyes away and focus on my running and breathing.

Something about the name "Kokoro" makes me feel on edge. As if I have been stabbed with something beautiful-like a light, but it made my head hurt.

The boy turns around to face me as he says something. But I can't hear him, the beeping is to loud for even the greatest yell to be heard. He repeats his words and looks back in front of him. A few moments later we stop in front of a small white door that reads, "Tracker Devices".

He opens the door and we bolt in. The beeping isn't as loud in here so I break away from his hand and rub my ears as hard as I can. Hoping that if by doing so, I might be able to hear again instead of this loud ringing. He locks the door and runs toward a big computer on the other side of the room and starts typing rapidly. Making the tapping of the keyboard much louder than it needs to be. As soon as the ringing somewhat passes away, I look away from him and focus on the room we've entered.

The room, just like everything else here, is a bright white color. The only other piece of equipment that lays here is a chair that sits in the middle of the bright white room. Only it is a big chair, one that has armrests with white leather straps around them as a big metal table stands right beside it with many tools. I walk over to the chair quietly, not wanting to cause a distraction to the boy's work. I take a better look at the tools that lay on it. A drill, two smaller daggers, two needles, and a clean white rag. What would these tools be needed for? I glance at the boy who is still typing when he says, "Do you know who I am?"

I turn my body so I am facing his back side, which is hunching over the computer screen. He doesn't even bother to peel his eyes away from the small monitor that lays on the big desk covered in stacks of paper. I shake my head slightly. "I know who you are just as much as I know myself. Where am I?" I ask quietly. Still not used to the sound of my own voice haunting my ears, bouncing off the walls. He turns his head slightly so he can see me stare at him.

"Is that a no?" He slightly smirks and whispers to himself, "Good." He clicks something with the computer mouse multiple times. He remains quiet for a moment, then turns to face the wall next to him and reaches into a small cabinet that sits on the wall and pulls out a small glass bottle with a clear fluid inside it. He puts it back as he grabs another and another. Eventually he finds an even smaller glass bottle with a light blue color and runs over to me, almost tripping when he turns to face me.

At first I thought he was going to bump into my body but makes a quick turn at the last second and reaches for the pointed needle that lays on the cold metal table behind where I stand. He picks it up and fills it up with the blue fluid. As soon as he fills it completely, he drops the bottle to the ground causing it to break into thousands of small pieces. He mumbles under his breath as he points to the chair.

"Sit."

"What?"

"I said sit!" He demands as he pushes me a little roughly toward the chair. But it doesn't seem like he is frustrated, he seems... scared.

I quickly sit down in the ice cold chair as he puts the filled needle on the table and wraps my arms into the long straps that connect to the chair. I watch him as he straps in my other arm and then dives for the needle. "Wait, what are you doing?" I quickly ask as he wipes down my fore arm with the edge of his plain white shirt.

"I'll describe everything later. Now you'll just have to trust me." His voice sounds calm, as if nothing is wrong. Before I can protest, he injects the needle deep into my arm and sinks the blue fluid into my body.