Nostrum by Ashley Hoffman

Author:Ashley Hoffman [Hoffman, Ashley]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781792013126
Published: 2019-03-08T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter 17

I open my eyes and cringe. Everything is a blinding, bright white. The wall across from me is white, the cabinets are white, and even the hard metal chair I’m sitting on is white. I look down. Ropes are wrapped around my torso, fastening me to the chair. My arms are tied behind me as well, but my legs are free.

“Hello?” I call out, feeling my heart beat fast. The feeling I had before I blacked out comes back. What happened? Why am I tied up?

“Hello??” I say again, this time more frantic. “Hello! Is anyone here?” My voice cracks and pain bursts from my side from the effort of yelling. My head is spinning. I try to focus my thoughts, struggling to recount what happened before I woke up here.

I can’t think straight. No matter how hard I try to focus on one thing, it feels as though a cloud is blocking my mind. There was the café. A closet. A lot of darkness. I look around, trying to figure out where I am. Why is it so white in here?

The room is nearly empty except for three cabinets and the chair I’m sitting on. In the right corner from where I’m faced, a door is the only thing that breaks up the white wall in front of me. Inside the door there’s a small, square window, but I can’t see outside because of the angle I’m sitting in.

Then, it comes to me. I’m at Lane’s house. I close my eyes again, trying to fight through the fog in my head. We just came back from somewhere. Oh, think, Karey! Where were you before this? I stare straight ahead at the wall, doing everything I can to focus. Everything hurts. My side hurts, my head hurts, and my arm really hurts. I don’t think it’s supposed to be in this position.

After what feels like hours staring at the wall, I scream. I scream in frustration. I scream in sadness. I scream in fear. Oh shit, that’s what that is. Fear. A secondary symptom of Anxiety. But I can’t figure out why I’m feeling this way. It’s supposed to have been Cured. They said Anxiety was Cured. They said Fear was Cured.

“Hello??” I try screaming again. Someone has to be out there. “Can anyone hear me? Is anyone there?” I wait for a reply, but I hear nothing. The silence is so loud it’s deafening. My heart continues to pound. I can feel it beating against the back of the chair.

I grunt in frustration and decide to put my mind to work analyzing the cabinets on the left side of my field of vision. They are all exactly the same size. They’re also the same color - the same pure white that matches everything else in the room. About halfway up each side, small silver handles stick out each door on the cabinets. The counters look to be made out of some sort of marble.

I look around, trying to find some other clue that would dictate where I am.

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