Kidnapped

Chapter 38

White.

That's what I see when I open my eyes. I remember the last time that I was conscious. I opened my eyes and I was in this exact room. When I tried to sit up, my eyes fell upon a man who was dressed in white. His eyes widened when he saw me trying to move and he immediately ran up to my bed.

"You can't be awake yet. You have to heal." That's what he told me.

The man injected something in my arm and I think I immediately fell asleep because I don't remember anything else.

Right now, the man isn't here.

Before sitting up, I look around and take everything in. I'm most probably in the Commission and they're giving me time to heal. When I'm healed enough, they'll throw me into their prison.

"You were almost gone, you know." A familiar voice says next to me.

My head jerks to her, the handler. She is in a second bed. One that's standing a step or two away from mine. She's sitting straight up and eating chicken wing. She wipes her fingers to the white shirt that she's wearing, making me chuckle.

"I wouldn't do this to one of my gorgeous dresses but this shirt is trash itself. I can't believe that they're making me wear things like this. I'm their boss after all." Her expression softens when she hears my chuckle.

My eyes fall upon the bandages around me knee and stomach. They dressed me in a white shirt, just like the handler's, and white shorts. The many cuts on my body don't even shock me anymore. They're part of me.

I know the difference between most of them. I've got big and small ones from the car accident. The most are still from Cha Cha. Her plan didn't work out though. I still didn't cause the apocalypse. I've also got quite a few from cutting myself but other people would barely see the difference.

The handler's doesn't say anything, understanding my need of silence. Who knew that she and I would be able to lay in the same hospital room? I might have slept through it all but still, old me would've fought her when my eyes fell upon her after I woke up.

I close my eyes, needing the white to go away. The white fades away and gets switched with the darkness of my eyelids instead.

Where would Five be now?

Will we find our way back to each other once again?

Every time that I find him, we get split up. I'm afraid that this is how it's supposed to be. Maybe we aren't meant to be together and find our way back to each other. That would explain why we always get split up.

I do know that nothing lasts forever but I didn't expect it to be over so soon. I can only hope that our story isn't over yet. But at this very moment, I don't know anymore.

I open my eyes again, I need to put my mind off Five for the moment. Like Pogo said, my life can't revolve around one person or it'll rip me apart. That it did. I got ripped apart six months ago and I cannot go down that path again. I owe it to myself.

My eyes fall upon an object on the handler's bedside table.

"Is that a knife?" I ask her as my jaw drops. Did she already forgot about our promises?