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Chapter 5: BPOV
I awoke the next day confused. The night before – at least, I think it was last night – I had fallen asleep in the warehouse, while Jacob was out with the pack, I'd assumed. But now, I was lying on a slightly uncomfortable bed. The mattress was lumpy, and the sheets were stained, but it was better, and a lot more comfortable, than sitting on the ground, tied to a pole, and trying to fall asleep.
I wondered what had happened. Had I been moved? Did someone else kidnap me from Jacob? As much as I hated Jacob at the moment for what he did, I wasn't too keen on the idea of being taken from him by a complete stranger.
I thought about calling Charlie or someone else for help, but when I searched my pockets, they were empty. Although I had no clue of where I was, I was very glad I wasn't tied up. Maybe I might even be able to escape from . . . wherever I was.
I got up off of the old bed and opened the door to the small room. The door led to a hallway. Everything was white here, I noticed. Was this a hospital? I doubted it. It didn't seem big enough for that. And there were locks on all the doors. Deadbolts, to be exact. What kind of hospital would have deadbolts on all the doors? I had been to many, but never had there been locks on the doors, nor had any of them been this small.
I wandered around the strange building, trying to find a way out. I passed a couple elevators, which told me there were three levels, but they were all broken down. As far as I could tell, this building was completely abandoned, and had been for some time. There was dust everywhere, and there were no files or computers at any of the desks or in any of the offices. There were no signs, no name tags on the office doors, none of those signs that say EXIT in big, red, illuminated letters. I had no clue of where to go.
None of the lights in any of the rooms worked, if there were even lights installed, and every room I had been in either had bars on the windows, or no windows at all. It was almost like a prison. A gloomy, dark prison. I wondered if there even was any way out.
After about an hour more of searching, I turned down a hallway to see a staircase at the end. I sighed in relief. I quickly ran down the stairway and was even more relieved to see an exit. Finally! I was beginning to grow wary of this place.
I rushed up to the door in hopes of freedom, but all those hopes were shattered when I jerked on the handle and it didn't budge. Overcome with disappointment, I pulled and pulled, as if repeatedly yanking on it would make it magically open. The letdown was like a lead weight on my shoulders. Once I ran out of patience and energy, I collapsed on the floor in tears. I was so frustrated. I had no clue of where I was, or how to get out, and I didn't know how I got here in the first place.
Hours later, the tears eventually stopped and I forced myself to get up and find something to eat. I was past finding a way out – I'd searched the building for hours, and only had disappointment to show for my troubles.
I moved sluggishly down the halls, searching but covering little ground. Finally, I came upon a kitchen. There was still a fridge and one of those old-fashioned stoves, though I doubted either worked. I opened the door to the fridge, and wasn't surprised to find it empty. I searched though the cupboards and found a couple dishes, a pot, and some canned food. Soon after, I discovered a can opener in a drawer, along with a few utensils and a matchbox. Curious, I went to the stove and turned the knob. To my surprise, gas came out of the stove top. That made me suspicious, but I was too tired and too hungry to care. I opened a random can, not caring about what was inside, and plopped the contents into the pot. I lit a match and brought it to the gas, igniting it. I placed the pot on the stove and sat on the island in the middle of the kitchen. Once I decided it was done, I removed the pot from the stove and grabbed a fork before walking out. I figured I might as well look around a little more while I ate. But I only got down the hall a little before I got tired, so I sat down on the floor and leaned against the wall.
The food had been too hot, and had burned my tongue and throat, so I no longer tasted whatever I was eating. I was deep in thought, so I wasn't paying attention to my surroundings, just kept eating. It took a while before I noticed that the pot was empty, and even longer for me to decide to do something. But, finally, I got up, and started for the kitchen, staring down the whole time.
After trudging down the hallway for a few seconds, I realized I was warm. More than warm, I was hot, and getting hotter. Like I was burning. At this realization, my head snapped up. It took half a second for me to understand what I was seeing. Fire. Big, hot, raging fire.
I quickly turned and ran down the hall, but soon realized it was just a dead end, and the only way out was the locked door on the other side of the fire.
I was trapped.
And all I could do was scream.
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All it took was one of Bella's cries to send me bolting towards her.
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