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A New Start: Chapter Four (Part One)  by myrhetorical

“I’ll see you tomorrow, okay?” I told Ian.

“I’ll pick you up for school if you don’t feel like walking. Or I could walk with you…” He suggested, with hidden meaning.

I laughed. “Would you pick me up?”

“Of course.”

“Okay, I’ll see you tomorrow.” He gave me one last kiss and I opened the door. For his amusement, I ran like a little girl to the door. I entered the lobby and turned just in time to see him laughing as he drove off.

I smiled to myself and headed up the stairs. I ran up them so I at least looked a little tired from my “run.”

Just before I entered the room, I pinched my cheeks and nose.

I opened the door.

No one was there.

I headed to my parents room to check in with them. They weren’t in their room. They must have decided to have dinner in the café. I thought to myself. I went to my room and started to strip for a shower.

I walked to the bathroom in my robe and shut the door behind me. I didn’t lock it. I didn’t need to. If the bathroom door was shut, you were supposed to knock.

I started the water. It was cold at first. As soon as it warmed up, I took my robe off and stepped in.

The warm water felt great after being in a cold cab of a truck for about half an hour.

As I washed my hair, I closed my eyes and enjoyed the heat.


I opened my eyes and looked out the glass of the shower.

I didn’t see anything.

It must have been my imagination, I thought to myself. I turned back to where my face was being showered with the heat and began rinsing my hair.

Just as I heard the sound of shoes on the tile, I was pushed. I slipped and I hit my head on the faucet.

I lost all consciousness.


“What should we do before we head to the ceremony?” Ian asked me.

I couldn’t see him, but I knew his voice.

“Well, I was thinking I could get a new dress, you a new suit…”

“That’s fine with me.”

“Okay. Well, I’ll be in the loft if you need me.” I didn’t even know we had a loft, but my feet were carrying me there so…


We were living together.

I wanted to turn around and find Ian, but I didn’t even know my way around the house.

I decided to turn around anyway. I couldn’t get lost too terribly.

I tried to turn around…but I didn’t even slow my pace. I didn’t have any control of my body. What was going on?

I started to panic, but it seemed as if I was stuck in my own mind.

I tried to talk to myself, inside my little space in my brain. I calmed myself by telling myself this was all some trick I was playing on myself. Kind of like a mind game. I imagined the nerves inside my body and as I told myself to stop walking, I imagined the little orders running down through my legs and yelling at my thigh and calf muscles to stop.

I tripped.

I fell straight on my face, and because I could not control my own body as I wished, I couldn’t even stick my arms out for even a little break to my fall. I felt like my nose was broken.

I imagined the little orders running through my arms and legs telling them to pick me back up. I slowly, and surely awkwardly, got up back to my feet.

Just then I heard what sounded like Spanish. Of course I couldn’t understand a word of it. Two years of Spanish had definitely not paid off…


The sharp pain in my nose came back, and this time, it woke me.

I heard the Spanish again.

I slowly tried to open my eyes, but it was hard. When I did though, there wasn’t much to see. I was in a blank room. There was one light in the middle of the ceiling and it was just hanging by the wires that kept it going.

The walls were black. The one light didn’t make it any better to see. Might as well just turn it off.

There was one door and it was on the other end of the room. And, well, that wasn’t too far from where I was crumpled in the floor; maybe 15 feet.

I went to take a big breath and felt the pain in my nose again. I went to feel my nose and I knew automatically that it was, in fact, broken.

Then that came together inside my head. When I had fallen in the shower, I hit my nose on the faucet, and my eye. That was why it was hard to open.

So, now I was beginning to wonder, why did that even happen in the first place? Why was I here now?

I slowly got up and went to the door 15 feet from me. I tried to open it. It, of course, was locked. I tried to twist the knob off. I only moved a bit. I began kicking the door. It didn’t budge. The door was a thick, thick oak.

It was white. Nice contrast to the walls.

I turned and looked back at my living arrangements for the moment. I didn’t have anything. Literally nothing. All I had on were my panties and bra. I didn’t even want to think of who actually pulled me out of the shower and found me my clothes…and actually put them on me!

I shuddered to myself and went in sat in the corner I woke up in. I didn’t know what to do, so I sat there and cried.

I cried for my pain, Ian, Mom, Dad…Where were they? Were they okay?

Just then I heard the lock on the door click.

I’m going to get some answers now. I don’t care what it takes.

A man with a dark buzz cut came in.

He didn’t look too nice. I laughed mentally at how stupid I was. I was actually expecting him to be nice? Goodness.

As he finished walking through the door, I saw that he had an Oozy…with a silencer…

Eh, I thought to myself, I’ll get my answers later…

The man locked the door automatically behind him. He pointed his Oozy at me.

When I got a full on view of the man’s face, I saw that he was fully American. He had a scar that lead from the left corner of his lip to about where his thyroid gland would be.

He was wearing what looked like army boots. They were black. The shade of his boots was just a tad darker than the clothes he was wearing. He wore a long sleeve shirt and full pants, all black.

I wondered what had happened, but then I told myself I had better things to worry about.

I stayed as still as possible in my corner. My facial expression didn’t change. I had a look of disgust on my face. The only things that did move were my eyes. I followed him with them as he moved toward me.

“Where is it?” He asked me.

I didn’t say anything.

He was close enough now that he was blocking all of the light with his body, not that there was really much to block but…

“Tell me where it is!” He shouted.

I still didn’t speak.

He kicked me right in the shin with his army boot. The pain was extreme at first, but it soon wore a little and it was just bearable.

I backed in on myself in the corner as much as I could to get farther away from him.

“You **** bitch! I could blow your **** head off this very second!”

I finally lost my cool.

“But you can’t.”

“What the **** did you say?” He shouted at me.

“I said you couldn’t even if you wanted to, because you are under lock and key. You kill me, and you get killed. I know how it works.” I told him in my smart voice.

I still had my disgusted look, and I was staring him straight in the eyes.

He hit me so quickly, that there was no possible way to try to block it. Besides, what was I going to do? I was so compacted in the corner; there wasn’t much room to move.

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  'A New Start: Chapter Four (Part One)' statistics: (click to read)
Date created: Feb. 20, 2010
Date published: Feb. 20, 2010
Comments: 0
Tags: fantasy, humor, life, romance, teen
Word Count: 5281
Times Read: 381
Story Length: 4
Children Rank: 2.9/5.0 (1 votes)
Descendant Rank: 0.0/5.0 (3 votes)