TWO

-NINTH-

I checked around the rolled paper, if any wires or ropes were attached.
Clearly to me nothing was to be seen.
I gently hid my fingers under the paper, squishing it together.
As I lifted it, my heart suddenly dropped.
Footsteps from outside the room were getting louder, and more calm.
I quickly moved the A3, tender and old paper and folded it into a small square that could fit my pocket perfectly.
My brain was empty, without any thoughts except questions about how to turn everything back to normal.
My heart was bouncing up and down of my chest, and my breaths were getting quieter after each footstep from outside.
Clueless, I was turning my head left to right, back to front.
I stood up but kept knees close and bent.
My eyes searched around the room, until it came to me...
Through the dark I saw it shining, reflecting the moonlight.
I tip-toed as fast and quite as I could, knowing that the last puzzle piece is right in front of me.
When I pushed the sapphire button, the final footstep had been stepped.
I noticed that I should be asleep right now, on the table...
I threw my self on the hard table, my sigh became a hurtful shriek.
The door squeaked as I tried cover my pain.
"I didn't think that he would be asleep right now... -oh well" A British accent. echoed.
Dr. John, how awkward of you to come...
A pair of steps moved closer towards me, making my heart calmly sink down.
"Jack? ... Jackson...?" He said, shaking me a little, with a soft blanket.
"W-what...?!" I whisper-yelled in pain.
"Is the table that uncomfortable?" He mumbled poshly.
I opened my eyes, weak and desperate.
Reaching for the white, thin blanket, I raised my head and back.
Dr. John let go of the blanket as I clung my fingers to it.
He slowly walked away when I heard my stomach grumble as loud as a lion's roar... he probably heard it.
Dr laughed and turned to me with confusion, but a bear smile on his face.
"I almost forgot about your dinner. actually all today's menu..." he began.
Yeah, you just noticed my pale and weak face?
I groaned as I stood up, ignoring the doc.
I unfolded the cold blanket, placing it on the floor, while I also put the feather pillow on top.
My bent legs came closer to the floor as my ears tingled when I heard the door slam.
It was dark again.
I laid my back on the floor, the pain in my back screaming.
A phone started to vibrate, it was a little far but it surly was in the room.
I stood up, reached the phone across the table, and playfully handed the phone, which was sparkling, to my other palm.
I recognized the phone, and the name that was calling.
I slid my finger across the touch screen to answer, but when I had the phone up to my ear, I could hear nothing.
Pete called, but I can't be able to hear anything, did he loose his voice or something? I removed the phone and faced it to me.
It showed that there was no signal or service.
I moved around the room, not knowing where I'm heading towards.
Still, nothing was to be heard...
I stopped on top on the blanket and laid down in frustration.
I threw my phone away, and saw it flying.
I moved my palms under my hands as thoughts and questions flew into my head.
I sighed.
*****
It was when I was in my deep sleep when I heard a girl's voice flying in my hear.
I lifted my heavy eye lids and saw the blondie.
She was holding a plate which grabbed my attention.
" C'mon, take it so I can go" Emma said.
"take what? the plate?" I asked, sounding drunk.
"Yeah! Just take it!" She yelled.
I reached for it, still laid down.
I couldn't grab it.
"I can't reach" I murmured, and smirked.
Emma groaned and rolled her eyes.
She sat down beside me, and put the plate down.
It looked and smelled good, I was extremely hungry.
Emma stood up and walked to the door.
"Should I open the lights?" She groaned.
"Uh... Y-yeah" I weakly answered.
The lights blinded me, made me cover both my eyes and lead to pain.
-*after I ate (I ate quick, I was so hungry)*-I put my fork down, still a little bit of spaghetti sauce on it.
I laid my self back on the floor, my arms crossed.
I knew that the lights were open, I turned my head everywhere.
I remembered the paper in my pocket.
I slammed my hands on my pockets, and my right hand got sunk into it.
I felt the tender paper and took it out.
I unfolded it, I saw a pattern first, but then I noticed, it wasn't a pattern... it was a picture of lines on an island...
A complicated and old handwriting was on the right hand corner, tiny and... dangerous...
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