Escape Artist Chapter 2

White light.

The first thing I saw, I though I was dead. Sitting up from the destroyed mattress I took everything in; if I had died, I'd gone to hell cause this place was a mess.

The events from the night before swam into my mind slowly clouding everything for a second. Wincing I looked over my shoulder to examine my wounds. The bandages were soaked, browning with the dried blood, and my joints were sore from dragging and running.

I touched my face; when I had first been injured I had been running on adrenaline alone, and now, the stinging pain was in my full attention. Over my eyelids and at the corners of my lips there were longs cuts as if someone had tried to slit my eyes and widen my smile to a gruesome extent.

I pat around my neck, looking for the locket that held the most important things, my mother and father. To my relief my fingers closed around the warm metal, it had dried blood on it but was otherwise unharmed. I cracked open the locket, looking at the picture my heart sank a little, my blood had damaged the edges but their faces were still clear.

Clutching the locket to my chest I made my way off the bed, creeping silently across the floor to making as little sound as I could. Poking my head into a room two doors down from me, I found a little broken bathroom.

The tub had a big crack running down it but the faucet still worked, the sink didn't run but didn't have any cracks in it, and the toilet ran perfectly despite being a little dirty. Looking behind the sink I found the screws that bound it to the wall, undoing them I pulled it out and put it under the tub faucet, filled it with water.

Carefully I took the picture out, placing it a little ways away from the water while I dipped the locket in, washing away the blood. After I finished I dried it on the ratty pants I was wearing, and placed the picture back in. Taking off the rest of my clothes I looked closer at my damaged body.

My legs were bruised black and blue, as were my arms, with mild cuts littering them. My fingernails were caked with dried blood and dirt, and the bright purple tips of my hair were crusted with blood, the top part of my hair was already brown so it wasn't as noticeable.

I looked down at the bandages; now that the blood had dried the cloth was stuck to my cuts and would reopen them when I removed it. I mentally cursed myself for being so stupid and waiting this long. Shoving a fist into my mouth I pulled off the bandages.

For a moment I though I was on fire, the pain racked my body making my knees shake. Gripping the edges of the tub I held back the flood of tears in my eyes. Pulling myself together I washed the blood away from the bandages, the water in the sink turning brown.

Dumping the dirty water into the toilet, I flushed it, refilling the sink with clean water. I dipped the bandages into it, cleaning my slowly bleeding cuts. Finally washing the last bit of blood from the bandages, I reapplied them, despite how cold they were. Grabbing my other clothes I walked through the halls looking at the other rooms.

Many of the rooms were bedrooms, a couple were supply closets and a few others laundry rooms. From the looks of it this was a hotel at some point, stopping at a light purple room I walked in examining it a little more.

There was something…odd, about this room, like it was recently used. The paint was still bright, the mattress had sheets on it, which were folded nicely, and it was tidy like someone had cleaned. Across the room there was a big round mirror with a crack in it, the only thing in this room that didn't look odd in a run down hotel.

Walking over to the mirror I peered in, quickly recoiling from the sight. There was a monster in the mirror, it had a joker smile, and slit eyes. Spinning around I came face to face with…nothing. I looked back at the mirror confused, the monster still standing there only it now looked scared, I stood there staring at it.

After a while it dawned on me that monster in the mirror was me.

"No…" was all I could muster but the nagging truth kept out pointing out that my first assumption was correct. The person staring back with a horrified look was me; all my features new and old were there.

My father's odd but magical turquois eyes, his dimples that popped when he smiled, and chocolate brown hair, paired with my mom's cute button nose, and heart shaped face.

Newer features were the purple tips and the scaring; I knew the purple came from my mother who dyed all her hair the same color so we could match, but the scaring. I couldn't comprehend where it was from.

Suddenly it hit me, all the bad memories from the past came flooding in like I was drowning. I shut my eyes as I crumbled to the floor, I felt someone pick me up but I was too focused on the memories to fight against them.

All I could do was think of the memories….

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