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Chpater 6: In a Strange Bathroom
When I came to, I was looking up at a cracked, yellow ceiling. But more importantly, it was completely unfamiliar. I sat up, and realized I was in a bathtub. Oh man, where the hell am I?
My head was pounding. I looked down and suppressed a gasp. I was dressed in clothes that were not mine: an oversized black t-shirt and baggy grey sweatpants. I scanned the tiny bathroom, and spotted my red blouse and black jeans hanging from a towel rack. Someone must've undressed me. My face burned horribly at the thought.
What the hell happened?
For a terrible moment, I thought I had lost my memory again; that I'd been in another accident...but that wouldn't make sense, as I clearly wasn't in a hospital.
I gingerly got out of the tub, trying to not make a sound, and approached the cracked mirror that hung from the browned wall. I winced at my reflection. My hair was a damp, tangled mess, and I had a faint bruise on my throat. It all came flooding back to me as I looked at myself.
I had lost my mind, decided to hotwire a motorcycle, and was attacked by its owner. But that didn't really explain where I was, or why I was here. That's when I heard voices from the next room.
"So? A lot of people have one."
"Yeah, but hers... you can't deny that it looks just like - "
I didn't bother waiting for them to finish. I stepped out of the bathroom, revealing myself to the two strangers.
"What," I said shakily, "the hell am I doing here?"
We were discussing the girl when she suddenly came out of the bathroom, pale as a ghost.
"What the hell am I doing here?" were her first words.
I was in her face in a flash. "What the hell were you doing with my bike?" I hissed, and I pushed her into the nearest wall. The girl gasped as I pinned her arms behind her.
"Whoa, Mello, calm down," Matt yelled. He jumped off his beanbag and put a hand on my shoulder. "She's only a girl."
"What's your name?" I demanded, ignoring Matt. It didn't matter to me that she was a girl.
"M-My name is..." she stammered, closing her eyes briefly.
"Allie Robinson," Matt piped up unexpectedly.
"How–?" Allie and I asked in unison.
Matt grinned. "I looked in her backpack. Sorry," he directed his apology at her. She nodded slightly.
"Well, Allie," I sneered, diverting her attention. "Tell me why you were trying to take my bike. Do you know who you're dealing with?"
The girl raised her head, and looked at me properly for the first time. To her credit, her gaze didn't linger on my scar. Instead, she looked right into my eyes and stayed silent. I admired her nerve.
Then Matt piped up. "Can you at least tell us how you got that scar on your stomach, then?"
Allie turned bright red at his words. "You...you changed me, didn't you?"
A/N: That is all I have written so far. I wrote these all in class the past two weeks, so I'll try to update the story every other day, and at least once a week.