Chapter 3: Escape III- As Expected
I moved around the dark room. I do not know how long I have been here because there is no clock on the wall nor windows. I knew it. I already notice that something is wrong in the room when I first woke up.
I am so stupid.
Now that I think about it, why he's doing this? This is so crazy. Is he a sadist?
Maybe.
Well, yeah. It is possible.
He looks like a psycho or something with a serious mental illness.
And with a handsome face.
Unfortunately.
Though, I am kinda familiar with this kind of stuff. I used to bully someone for my own entertainment one point in my life. And I really like it when I am hurting someone.
But not in this way.
That is just for fun!
Though, I think that doctor too kidnapped someone, which is me, to have fun.
But this is another whole level of fun. I don't know what he is planning to me. Is he gonna kill me when the fun ended?
Heck, this stupid room is not helping at all. I am thinking too much because I don't have anything else to do.
I walk to the door and tried to turn the door knob but like the first, second and endless tries before it did not budge.
Wow. Everything is useless.
Including me.
Heck, I wonder if James is doing fine. I don't know how he will deal with my 'death'. I am a bit selfish that I don't want him to move on easily, because hell I am not really dead. But at the same time I don't want him to be stuck and suffer if ever I will not gonna make it out.
So, I need to do something to make it.
I looked around me, this room is complete with food, a toilet and a bed but beside that there is nothing but a plain dull wall with darkness and only silence to accompany me.
I think he locked me here on purpose.
That he wants me to feel restless.
And then, go crazy.
Well, that's how it goes in the movies right?
I have two options though, go with the flow and go crazy or rebel and do something stupid to make him mad and then he will kill me. And since I wanted to survive I will go with the flow. For now. The down side is that I don't know how long this will take and how long I can endure.
Because staying still is not in my vocabulary.
And so I started to count.
That's how they do it to stay sane.
Hell, I based everything in the movies I watched.
Thanks Netflix.
I grabbed the fork in the bedside table and started to stab and scratch one side of the bed as I count. I don't really like to do it on the wall because it will be noisy. And exposing to a noise that will echo in this silent room will just make my sanity go slipped faster.
I need to stay sane, not go insane.
I just need to count while I am waiting for sleepiness to come or while I am not too tired to go to my bed.
It's not really working at first because it is too boring and I am too lazy to pronounce the numbers correctly but when I saw the bed sheets now shredded a thought crossed my mind.
Now, I think this bedsheet needs a makeover.
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"What in the Earth is that?" For the second time I am wakened up by the deep husky voice that is now starting to sound familiar. I sit up on my bed with it's bedsheet that had been braided in each side. I rubbed my eyes as I tried to look at him with the lights blinding me.
"I am bored so I decided to design my bed." I answered safely. I didn't know what to say really. Should I say I needed to do something to stop myself from going mad?
Yeah no.
Silence completely engulfed the two of us when he did not answer. I noticed how the room is now vacant with just the bed and the table but no machines or oxygen tank like before.
After a while he chuckled and that chuckle slowly turn into a laugh.
A laugh that is so painful in my ears like it is mocking me.
"I like you." He said while pointing his forefinger at me and shaking it up and down.
Jesus, he's definitely crazy.
"I might keep you for a little while." He whispered but more to himself. "Get up now, baby girl. We will go home now." He said as he grabbed my arm, not so forcefully, to make me get up. I comply wordlessly but all the while staring at his face, confused.
And while at that, I can't help but feel disappointed again by how can a good looking guy like him be crazy as hell.
The world is really just unfair.
We did not talk at all while we are going out of the hospital and before I can look around when we already get to the parking lot, darkness welcomed me again.
Hell, he blindfolded my eyes.
He is too smart that he is now crazy.
Or maybe vice versa.
"Where are we going?" I asked even if he already said we're going home earlier. He guided me to what I assume his car.
"Home." he answered as expected. The silence then followed. While we are on the road I tried to memorize the directions. Quote the I tried part. I am not gifted like those in the movies, unfortunately.
A little later, he stopped the car and now guiding me to enter a very noisy gate. When he finally removed the blindfold on me, a very glum and vacant room was presented.
Again, just like as expected.
"Let's go have fun." He whispered and I don't think if this will be my kind of fun as I started to feel the real terror of what could happen next.
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"Are you sure it's really the doctor that you are talking about?" Eric asked James as they are messing with the security system of the street where he caught the glimpse of the crazy doctor.
"Yes, I am sure." He answered still fiddling with the keyboards as he navigate the monitors side by side, angles by angles. It gave him hope that he much needed, he just need to locate where's that damned doctor at.
Though, it can't guarantee that Aurelia is safe. A week had already passed but it's still can help nonetheless.
"These all is so messed man." Eric turn his swivel chair around as his fingers started to feel numb. "There is no record of a doctor named Simon Miller, not that it's surprising but we can't get help from the authorities either." Eric continued to rant and James just sighed.
He already know from the very first start that it's illegal to seek help from that doctor but they said that he is working miracle and he's one of those man that's just working under the table. He didn't really thought it would backfire.
He can't be thankful enough for Eric to stay by his side through all of this. He may be already gone crazy if he didn't helped him to handle this situation.
"I know, it's really insane." He said, voice defeated. Tiredness is now starting to seep in his system. Eric just tap his shoulders.
"But I am here bro. I'll help you. For now we really need to rest." He suggested. James just nodded unwillingly. Sooner or later his body would give up by the lack of sleep and nutrition anyways. He also can't deprived Eric rest.
He also needed it to continue the hunt for a twisted doctor.
He needed the energy to come up with a perfect plan.
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