Sun beamed in through my apartment's window and smacked me directly in the face. The day arrived too soon for adequate rest through the night. I pulled the blankets closer to my chin and bundled myself up. Memories of my family started to rush through my head obnoxiously. None of the days were left untouched. Milly and I would go with dad to shop for work supplies while mom waited for us to jump up and help cook. Everything was so interesting when I was younger. Now, I was completely alone.
I sat up and let my body cool down to room temperature. It was the day where my dad joined the rest of the family. This was the day that made sure to remind me that I was the last one left. I got out of bed and got dressed in a white tank top and a pair of white leather pants. My dad made sure that I was not to wear black. I let my hair drag behind me and grabbed, what use to be, my dad's leather motorcycle jacket. This rugged jacket has lasted all these years of wear and now I'm the one to continue to show it to the road. I snagged the keys and helmet then exited my apartment. I wished I would never come back. I wish I was going to join my family.
I hurried to my dad's Kawasaki LTD700. This was his baby. He maintained it, and the motorcycle started quickly and spoke gustily. The long rides, my dad took me on, always brought joy. We weren't locked up inside a cage. We were free on the road; open to all possibilities of life. The trees always lined the road with dancing branches. As we passed other motorcyclists, my dad would give them a wave while I just smiled within the helmet.
The parking at the cemetery was quiet. There were so many open spaces that I parked the furthest from the only other vehicle, a HWMMV. The windows were tinted to where I couldn't see if anyone was just sitting in it. I didn't want to worry about so I hopped of the motorcycle and slowly walked in the direction of the casket.
Death was very lonely. I walked through the gravestones looking at the years of departure. There were so many people who died in the years of the 1880's. The stones were scattered everywhere but still clung to a zone. My dad was located next to my mother and little sister. They will lay together, for the rest of eternity, waiting for me to join them. I paused and watched from a distance as a few men put my dad into the ground. The process was slow and antagonizing. This was his final resting place.
"I'm sorry for your loss," a familiar voice said. Wesker stood a few feet away looking up to where my father was.
"He's with the rest of my family. He's happy now," my voice cracked as tears began to fall down my cheeks. Everyone was together, and I was abandoned. I wrapped my arms around my knees, reducing myself to a small ball, and hid my face in shame. My body jerked from my gasps as I cried. The world fell silent, and the true feeling of loneliness washed over me.
There was a screech then a loud thud behind me. It sounded as if the gravestones were exploding. I lifted my head and saw that something was stalking towards me. It was too far away to clearly make out who it was, but the figure held a large weapon. There was an object on its head that didn't seem to restrict them. The weapon scraped up against a gravestone then, moments later, the stone began to crack and shards of rock flew in all directions. I was frozen in place unable to stand up. The figure trudged closer sliding the weapon along more of the gravestones. It came up to where my father's gravestone sat.
I took a deep breath and began to turn around to escape this nightmare but a wall kept me in place. There was a reflection of myself staring back at me in the same exact position, eyes deathly white. Was I blind? My reflection started to pass through the mirror wall. My replicated fingers glided across my face, around my chin, up my cheeks and lightly touched under my eyes. My counter self pulled me towards the mirror, ripples flowed around her arms. This can't be happening.
I had woken up in the back seat of a large vehicle. Most of the buttons in the front illuminated blue and red which dimly lit the front of the car. I could just barely make out the contours of a man's face, who concentrated on the road ahead. All that could be heard was the sound of the engine. A clean, heavy powered, engine. I moved around in the comfortable yet awkward leather seat. It made small noises.
"I see some stirring back there," a man voiced, monotone and rigid. I tensed up once the vehicle turned.
"Who are you?" I said drowsily rubbing my eyes while I moved around in the seat again. This wasn't a simple car. The interior could fit more than just the four seats it had, and everything seemed sharp. The interior was matte black, and the lights glowed colorfully. The frame was completely straight; no curves whatsoever. I peered outside to see nothing but darkness that continued in the distance. "Where are we?"
"We're on a private road. You don't have to worry about trying to escape by jumping out." He turned down the heat of the vehicle even though it was already chilly.
"Wait a minute… I remember being at my dad's grave last, then a mir…" I cut off. "Why am I here?" I asked a little aggressively trying not to start on the subject of the odd illusion. My dad's motorcycle is still in the parking lot. I can't leave it there."
"You are my personal experiment," he said bluntly.
"No, I want to go back," I leaned up in between the front seats to get a better view of who this man was. He grabbed my jaw and pulled me a little more forward.
"You don't have a choice anymore."
Wesker's grip was tight and powerful. I tried to dig my fingers between my jaw and his hand, but it was no use. He pushed me back to the seat and continued to drive. My jaw burned from where he held it tightly. The ride continued in silence till Wesker spoke again.
"I've noticed you were having some type of hallucinations at the cemetery." He turned the vehicle left. "Have you been experiencing them your whole life?"
I sat in silence as I watched the darkness out of the window. He wanted answers that I didn't want to give.
"It will be more pleasant and less troublesome for me if you answer my questions," Wesker said a little irritated. He took some sharp turns which made me lean sideways. "Have you been experiencing the hallucinations regularly?"
"I've had them since my sister died," I said quietly hoping he didn't hear it. I leaned my head up against the window and hoped to see light. In the distance, light started to emanate from a silhouette of rigid objects. I wished for some comfort, but I don't think anything could right now.
The light grew to illuminate the interior of the simply decorated HMMWV. Wesker pulled up to the gates and entered a code into a small box which opened the door. The facility was mainly made of large warehouses aligned in a straight fashion and some smaller buildings. The constructions were all made of bricks that were painted white with a symbol of the organization. I've seen the logo before but couldn't recall the name of the company. Wesker stopped the car in front of an office and exited the HMMWV. I watched as he walked over to where I sat, opened the door, and pulled me out by my arm.
"O-ow, that hurts." I yelped. He didn't loosen his grip as he lugged me into one of the warehouses. We entered an elevator which took us underground.
"Where are you taking me?" I asked tugging my arm back.
"Where I want you to go." Wesker said. He didn't sound like he wanted to talk unless he lead the conversation. I persisted anyway.
"My dad's motorcycle is at the cemetery."
"There is no use whimpering; all your stuff will be taken care of." The elevator doors opened, and Wesker pulled me out aggressively.
"Hey," I cried. He slammed me up against one of the white walls in an empty hallway. He tightened his grip around my arm.
"Right now, I don't want you to talk." His face had gotten real close to mine. He smelled of cinnamon.
Wesker pushed me forward to a cell that was made of glass. It was well lit. I fumbled forward then turned to see Wesker glare at me beyond the, locked, clear door. I glared back at him, but I knew that there was no use with my weak ego.