Page 103 of Apathy
I moved my hand back, checking for blood, but there was none.
As my eyes started closing, my mind slowly shutting down, I realized they had drugged me.
The darkness welcomed me into its warm embrace, and the last thing I saw before closing my eyes was Lauren’s face in front of me, holding the mask in front of her chest.
Skylar
Drip-drop.
Drip-drop.
Drip-drop.
Water kept sprinkling to the floor as I slowly opened my eyes, fighting the throbbing pain in my head.
The first thing I saw was the ceiling, illuminated by lights carefully placed in each corner on four sides. Shadows played over the painting high above me, touching faces of angels holding swords, fighting against the men in black cloaks emerging from darkness.
Where the fuck am I?
I first moved my toes, quickly realizing that I wasn’t wearing my boots anymore, then my fingers, slowly drawing my arms around my body and lifting myself up. The pain sliced through my temples again, and I winced as I tried to take in my surroundings.
There were no windows, no other furniture except for the bed I was lying on. I dragged my hand over the soft blanket placed beneath my body, but when I looked down, I was no longer wearing the clothes I had on earlier. A white, silky dress hugged my body,
What the fuck happened to me?
The memories were just there, at the edge of my mind, but I couldn’t reach them. Slippery, hiding away from me, they didn’t want to be touched. I closed my eyes and tried harder, until I grabbed one of them, pulling it back to me.
“Oh my God,” I gasped, opening my eyes, when it all started coming back.
The forest.
The hooded figures.
Lauren.
Lauren was one of them.
I turned to the side and dropped my legs to the ground, my toes curling from the cold surface.
They drugged me. That was the only possible explanation. I couldn’t recall anything that happened after I saw Lauren’s face, but I didn’t have to.
She betrayed me. A girl I knew my entire life betrayed me. A girl that used to be my best friend.
Those women, or whatever they were, wore the same cloak like he did during that night. The color was different, but the design was almost the same.
I stood up abruptly, only to fall back down on the bed, my legs giving up on me, shaking, weak.
What did they give me?
I ran my hand over the silky dress they dressed me in and shuddered from the thoughts running through my mind.
What if they were going to kill me now?
What if the stories I read about Winworth were true?
What if, what if, what…
A door I hadn’t seen before suddenly opened, and a woman in a red cloak entered, her face fully visible to me now. The mask was gone, but I had no idea who she was.
