A special thanks to Emmy for beta-ing my stories, Aimee for been ace and going for long walks while we brainstorm ideas lol and you lot for reading... Love you all
I'm glad that people are reading and I don't want to rant but please can you review every chapter to get my count up. Much appreciated.
I also hope that you go read my other fic Luna eclipse.
And I promise to write quicker if you promise to review more!
I hope u enjoy
X Liz x
After opening and closing my heavy eyes and falling back into oblivion, and then starting up again, I finally forced myself to wake up.
I knew something was wrong the moment I finally fully opened my eyes. My head throbbed and my arms ached. As my eyes adjusted to the light and the slight fuzziness dissipated, I could make out a drip attacked to my arm and beeping machines around my bed.
I shot up into a sitting position swearing repeatedly.
I let my eyes wander around in the completely white room, and saw a thin, large television mounted on the wall opposite me. There was also a nice looking white plastic desk that had a very slim unlabeled closed laptop placed in the centre, along with a pile of paper and some stationary all lined up perfectly next to it. There were two closed frosty glass doors in opposite corners on another wall, and I went to inspect what was on the other side. I looked down to my bare feet and looked at the flooring beneath them; it was frosted glass again like the doors making it imposable to see what was on the other side. It was obvious here was something there.
As I got up, I felt a stinging pain on my left hand. I had pulled on the wire that was inserter above my middle knuckle that had a long tube leading to a bag filled with clear liquid above the bed. I perched my bum on the corner of the bed and went to pull the tubing from my hand.
It took about 5 tries to actually touch the little pink flip lid and about the same again to move it. As I did, the sharp stinging pain started and I would have to start again. I have had operations before, and I knew what it was. It was to administer antibiotics, water, and to put the stuff in to make you fall unconscious.
I decided to remove it fast and before I could talk myself out of it. I pulled on the pink lid, causing the rest, including the piece of tape that had been keeping it down to rip off too. I chucked the piece of plastic onto the floor, making the bag it was connected to fall down off the hock it was perched on. It landed with a loud splat on the floor. Luckily it didn't burst.
I examined my hand, and there was a small red bubble, blood, forming on the surface. I tried to wipe it away but just caused it all to smear around my knuckles as another bubble formed.
I stood up, happy that I was now free to roam.
Trying not to get any blood on the white surfaces I pushed on the door knob on one of the closest doors, I let it swing open smoothly to reveal a very clean bathroom. I walked, wobbly as I was still a little dizzy, and went over to the square cut mirror that was placed on the wall above a big glass bowl that could only be a sink. I could tell because of the silver tap sprouting from the wall and bending down to point into the bowl.
I turned one of the knobs that was labelled cold and placed my hand under the stream of water that turned pink after contacting the blood. After I was convinced that my hand was clean from blood, and the little hole wasn't producing as much blood as before, I turned off the water and shook the remaining water off.
Inside the room was also a toilet, that again was only a bowl attached to the wall. But this one was more oval, so you could sit on it without falling through. It had a tube on the underside, and a little button on the wall next, obviously to flush. There was another glass door opposite to the one I had just come through, and I went over to see where it led to.
On the other side was a long thin room, with empty transparent shelves, and silver railings against either side of the corridor like room. This room had a light cream carpet that was extremely thick, and let your feet sink effortlessly into it.
"Welcome Elizabeth," said a voice from behind me. I shot around to see who belonged to the very robotic and absolutely accent–free voice.
The look of pure horror, worry, and stomach turning panic must have shown on my face, because the man standing at the entrance of the wardrobe suddenly looked... sorry...
"I apologise profusely Elizabeth... I never expected to startle you." I didn't know what to say. I felt really stupid as tears started to fall onto my hot cheeks, causing an uncomfortable stinging to start under my eyes.
"W...W...Where... Where am I?"
"Home," is all the tall man in front of me said in return.
As I gazed at him questioningly, I started to notice that I recognised his face. Although I was certain I didn't know him, he seemed familiar... like I had seen his features before.
Woo hopefully I will be able to write more I'm hoping to write a bit every night and then I should have you that every 3-ish days... poor Emmy lol
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