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I couldn't wake no matter how hard I tried. I pushed my way through something that was far too thick to be water. It felt like I was drowning in a sea of darkness and it was suffocating me. I gasped unable to hold my breath anymore and was surprised when I could breath. I blinked in shock as an air bubble formed out of my mouth and started floating upwards.

It was hard to see but my gaze followed the bubble until it disappeared. As the bubble disappeared a light seemed to be turned on above me. I blinked in shock again and pushed my arms around me so that I was moving upwards. The cool liquid moved around me and made me hair fly around my face. I kept moving my arms and legs so that I was moving upwards.

But just as I reached out to touch the light something seemed to suck my down to the bottom of the liquid again. I gasped and struggled as something invisible pulled me further down. My arm still outstretched to reach the light, my mouth open in a silent scream and my eyes open in fear I kept being pulled further and further into the darkness until I could not see the light anymore.

I jumped up with a scream and found myself in a white padded cell. I blinked as my eyes watered at the sudden bright light before glancing around. There didn't seem to be a doorway or any windows. I felt my breathing pick up and thanked my lucky stars that I was not claustrophobic.

I took deep a breath before pushing myself up of the soft padded floor so I could get a better look around the room. There was a white desk and chair in the middle of the room and as I moved closer to look at what was on the desk I noticed that they were both nailed to the floor. I looked up to the top of the desk and saw paper, not just one piece but a stack of paper. I tucked my hair behind my ears so it wouldn't get in my way as I picked one of the papers up and turned it over.

It was blank.

Beside the stack of papers were three pencils, all of them sharpened to perfection. I glanced around the room warily. Everything was white, everything was too bright. I couldn't even see a light bulb anywhere so I was unsure of how the room was lit.

I bit my lip nervously and looked back at the blank paper. What did they want me to do? Why was I here?

I sat on the chair and realised that this was padded as well. Scrunching my nose up in confusion I turned to stare at the paper on the desk.

I thought back to how I could have gotten here and the blood drained from my face as my gaze nervously flickered around the room.

Violet eyes.

Shi.

Ueda Tatsuo.

Whatever that man was really called he had come to SPR, had hurt my friends just to get me. I stared ahead of me fearfully wondering if Naru and everyone else were safe. I felt my body shake and realised that it was a sign I was about to cry.

My body kept shaking until a sob escaped my lips, before I could stop myself the tears were falling down my cheeks and the sobs were echoing around the room. I wrapped my arms around me and glanced down in shock only just realising that my clothes had been changed.

They were white, surprise there. They looked like white pyjamas, I stroked the sleeve of my left arm and nodded when the fabric was soft to touch. They were comfortable clothes but I wasn't comfortable with the fact that someone had changed my clothes without me knowing.

I stood up from the chair and walked around the room with my arm stroking along the wall. There wasn't even anything to show a door that would open, there were no little indents in the wall to show a hidden doorway and that scared me. I stepped back from the white wall I was face and my breathing quickened in fear. I'm guessing I just suddenly became claustrophobic.

I glanced nervously around the room again as my body shook with tears and fear. I screamed once in frustration that I couldn't find a way out and started pounding on the wall in front of me. My screaming and shouting never stopping as my fists pounded on the wall until my knuckles started bleeding and the wall had red splashes and hand prints all the way up it.

I grew tired and weakly hit the wall once more as I slid down the wall I whispered brokenly "please let me out".

I cried for my friends, I cried for me, I cried until I had no more tears left, I cried until I felt my eyes grow heavy and my body relaxed with sleep. I fell asleep with my fist still in its position on the wall.

I was still in the white room when my eyes opened but something felt different. I blinked and looked around nearly jumped in surprise when there was a small curled up figure in the corner.

I hesitantly reached out to them and squeaked when I fell through them, either they weren't real or I wasn't.

I scrambled back until I was in the opposite corner and glanced around the room. My blood wasn't on the wall anymore but everything else seemed the same. I stood up hesitantly and moved towards the desk. The papers were stacked up but this time they were full of writing.

I reached out to move a piece out of the way but had to freeze when my hand went straight through. Okay, so I wasn't real.

I pulled back with a sigh of frustration and leant forwards over the desk to read what was on the top paper.

OBJECT ONE: China cup and saucer

Belonged to Mrs Yamamoto,

Found dead 23rd July 1989,

Aged 69,

Strangled to death,

Murderer never found.

DREAM ONE

As soon as I touched the cup and saucer I knew what was going to happen, I had felt the usual fuzziness before my world turned black and the next minute I was watching the scene of an old woman sitting with her two sons. She was drinking out of the cup I had touched and I was confused as to why I was watching her drink tea. The conversation was rather boring as I listened to her talk about her recently passed away husband. She didn't seem at all affected by the look of hatred she was getting from both sons as she laughed about the inheritance she received from her dead husband.

DREAM TWO

The dream started where the first one left off but this time I wasn't watching the scene I was a part of the scene. I was one of the sons, the son with the long dark hair, the one who had looked disgusted with the way his mother was talking about her husband and their father. The first son who was sat next to me said something that sounded like 'arrogant old hag' under his breath before he stood up and left the room. The person I was hesitated before following his brother out.

DREAM THREE

I knew this would be the dream where she died. I could feel it before my eyes had even closed. I was getting sick of this white room and even though I was wishing for an escape, my dreams weren't the escape I wanted. Why couldn't I ever dream of anything happy? With a growl of frustration I watched the murder scene happen in front of me. Luckily this dream wasn't like the last where I had been the victim, that one had given me nightmares for weeks. It was both sons that murdered their Mother in cold blood. For what you might ask . . . inheritance. It all seemed to be about the inheritance with this family.

I stared confused at the paper then flicked my gaze up towards the curled up figure in the corner. What was going on here?

I scanned the room confused and jumped in shock when a figure seemed to appear from no where. They stood up greatly in this room as the figure wore a long black cloak. The person's face was hidden underneath a hood so I couldn't see anything apart from their pale long fingered hands.

I backed away as the cloaked figure moved towards the table even though I knew they couldn't see me. The figure picked up the paper and scanned it before placing it into it's cloak and moving towards the figure in the corner.

The curled up figure yelped in fear and tried to bury itself further into the wall.

"You have done your job child" said any eerie voice that I presumed to belong to the person or thing under the cloak "but you are not the one we need".

Before I could even blink something silver flashed, the curled figure screamed then gurgled as red splashed against the wall. I stared in horror as the cloaked figure put the knife back in its cloak and disappeared. Tears prickled my eyes as I stared at the still figure now lying on the floor, the blood still pooling around the slashed neck. Red blood was splashed all along the once white walls. I stepped back in shock, horror and fear before tripping over and falling.

I expected to hit the floor but let out a scream when my falling body kept on falling, into the darkness once again.

I jerked awake with a scream and flinched when I moved my bloodied hands too much.

"Naru" I whimpered "please help me".

I curled up into a ball and clutched my hair painfully with my hands, wishing and hoping for some way out of this.

At the same time as Mai whimpered for help Oliver Davis jerked awake. He stared at the wall opposite his bed whilst breathing heavily at first he looked shock and then a pained expression made its way onto his face "Mai" he whispered. He swung the covers of him and jumped up from his bed. He ran out of his bedroom and before the door closed you could hear him whisper "I'm coming for you Mai, please hold on".

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