Chapter 8

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I stared at the ceiling. How in the hell am I here? Everything is unfamiliar. The smell of wood is around me unlike the smell at my house.

I took half an hour recalling what happened to me. The watch is still on my wrist, every time I lift my hand, the watch glows showing me my temperature. After regretting my life decisions, I slowly sat up and look around the room. So simple. Everything is wood. From the cabinet to chairs. The only soft furniture is the bed.

I glance at my side and saw a tray of food. Hotdogs, eggs, and rice. There is also an attached note on the glass of water,

Meet me at the lawn.

I took the tray and started eating.










"Hello?" I placed the tray on the sink and washed my hands. I keep looking around the house. There might be another family member around and I don't want to be seen as a trespasser or a thief.

I look at the window and saw that the weather is good. Sunny. I remembered that he wants me to meet him at the lawn.

I look at myself, ghad I'm still wearing the same clothes. How many days did I wear this?


I shivered as the sun's heat touched my skin. That was a new feeling. I look up and saw that the sky is so clear. So clear. I never saw a sky this clear before.

"How are you feeling now?"

I look behind me and saw a man taller than me. Beside him is a dog, watching me. "Are you still sick?"

I shook my head. He smiled. "Would you mind if we go somewhere.... shady?" I nodded. I just felt the sun's heat is getting painful. I hurriedly followed him and we walk to the back of the house. Wow. The back is so beautiful. There's a lake and a tree house.

He sat on the picnic table beside a big tree. He gestured for me to sit across him.

"Before we get to the main topic, let's introduce ourselves first." I nodded. "You first." He continued.

"My-- ahem-- my name is Ember." I touched my throat. Why does it feel like I haven't spoken for years? I almost don't know how to speak. I look at him and caught him staring at my throat. "You?" I asked. He snapped out of his own thoughts and slowly smiled.

"I'm Ten."


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