BEEP. BEEP.
There were strange noises all around her.
BEEP. BEEP. WHIR.
What... what happened? Why was she alive? She knew that because she could breathe, and she could see-almost. She blinked, getting rid of whatever was blocking her eyes.
A white ceiling greeted her vision. Turning her head to the left, she saw a window overflowing with sunlight, and wallpaper that was blue with daises on it. To the left was a chair that had been pulled up beside her bed, a desk, drawers and a strange instrument hooked up to her pulse. Lifting her head she could see a cupboard and a table at the end of her bed.
Belarus tried to lift her arms, but they were heavy. After struggling a bit more, she stopped, weak from exhaustion, and fell back asleep again.
The next time she woke up, the beeping was gone, and so were the strange mechanical instruments. She felt a lot better than the first time, and sat up slowly, her body not too heavy anymore. It was later in the day, she could see that because the sun was less bright and less sunlight was in the room. She observed her surroundings again, this time going to the end of the bed, where there was a book.
It was called Alice in Wonderland. Belarus frowned, she had never heard of this strange tale before. On the front was a young girl and a rabbit with a watch. How weird. Maybe she was dead, or she was dreaming. She put the book down, noting her hair was tied back into a loose low ponytail. She touched it, feeling it's smoothness. So it was brushed then. But who had brushed it?
Next, she looked at her clothes. They hadn't changed, but the cupboard was open, and a new, green dress hung inside, more modern, with short sleeves and a skirt that dropped just below her knees. She shivered, finally starting to feel cold again. Well, whoever was here had left this for her... Not to mention she was cold...
A couple of minutes later, her ragged clothes were lying on a heap on the end of the bed, and she was staring at herself in the mirror. Every so often, she shivered, not from the cold, but from the overwhelming sadness and shock of everything that had happened to her. She looked at herself, at her new appearance. The dress that hugged her body at the top, but flared out into a skirt, completely modest. Her hair, which she had taken down (she didn't want to lose herself completely) that had a new green band in it. Her socks, which were black, matching new black shoes. She had completely changed. She sniffled again.
She turned away from the mirror, unable to bear it. Slowly and quietly, she moved towards the door, feeling her legs wobble from standing still too long, and because she still felt weak. Tentatively, unsure of herself, she opened the door, pulling it open. She peeked out, hearing nothing. The person who had saved her wasn't home yet. She stepped out of her room, looking down the corridor.
It was quite plain, with white walls and a railing to stop anyone from falling off the edge down below. She assumed she was on the top floor, because of the long flights of stairs going down. However, she passed the stairs and carried on looking at all the doors.
Trying each one, she found they were locked, but the bathroom and reception area were unlocked for her to use. She sighed, going down the stairs, and stopping on the first floor. Again, she tried each door, but only a couple were unlocked, a bedroom with a computer and a small living room. She headed down to the ground floor. Here, she found the doors were open, like someone had left in a hurry. The kitchen looked untouched, everything packed away neatly, but the living room was a little messier, with a book tossed hastily on the table and a cold cup of tea left next to it. The cushions were all squashed up one side, showing someone had been sitting there, and the remote was lying on the smaller table that was joined with the larger table, that was shoved underneath. A TV faced her, huger than she'd ever seen before. Whoever lived here was very rich.
She made her way through the living room, to the conservatory. There wasn't anything in here, except for the carpets she had seen all around the house and a few chairs perched by the windows. It was quite small in contrast to the rest of the house. There were two glass doors, which led out into the garden. When she tried them, they were unlocked and opened easily. The garden itself had green grass, with a forest at the end of it. There was no boundary cutting off the forest, but she didn't go in it anyway.
She went back inside, to the living room, when she heard the crunch of gravel outside, and a door slamming. She froze in her position, arms hugging herself. The person's keys clinked as he dropped it somewhere, and she heard him coming through. She braced herself, standing up a little straighter.
"Hello," she said, to England.