The fire inside HER the OMEGA

Whitney

4 years ago

Numb.

My body feels numb as I attempt to open my eyes. Darkness meets my mind several times, envisioning small particles of colors flashing around in circles. A heaviness floats around my head, making me unsure of what is around me.

"I think she's waking up."

"Hello, can you hear us?"

I blink a few times, cringing each time as I do. My eyes feel heavy, as if I had been sleeping for days. Small traces of light illuminate around me and I take in gazes of girls sitting beside me.

"What happened?" I ask rubbing my head. My body feels weak. When was the last time I ate?

"You're alright. We all woke up here. Can you tell me your name?"

Rubbing my eyes next, I pry them open more and look around.

"What the hellwhere am I?" Panic sets in as I take in my surroundings. We are in a small cell like cage. Worn blue cement surrounds us on every side except for one wall that has bars. I'm lying on a small cot with a matching one above me and beside me. One girl sits alongside me, her dark hair contrasting to her pale skin. Two other girls are on the small bunk beside me and I can hear more voices above me.

"We aren't sure. We all woke up here." Her voice sounds different, strange almost.

"WhyWhat?" I mumble attempting to get up. The dark haired girl helps me to sit up and a world of dizziness flows through my body. "I feel like I'm going to be sick."

"It's normal. Whatever they gave us, it's finally wearing off. They must have given you more since you traveled for so long."

"What are you talking..."

English. She has an English accent.

"You're accent, it's English. Are we in England?"

"I'm not sure. I woke up a few hours ago. The other girls before me. I was at school studying for finals. That's the last thing I remember until waking up. Each of us have the same recollection. Where are you from?"

"Colorado. Uh, United States." The girl looks down as if calculating to herself. She looks at another girl, this one a blonde, one that is extremely skinny and pale.

"That means we have to be somewhere in Europe. I awoke first, they must not have needed to drug me too long. I'm from Norway." She states in a deep accent.

"Drugged?" I ask, hysteria present in the back of my mind.

"It's alright." The dark hair girl begins. "Try and remember where you were before the fog covers your mind."

I think back on the last thing I remember. Soft hands on my face something rough and heavy along my wrist the palms of my feet hurting

"Prom." I whisper then look down at my clothing. I'm wearing cargo shorts, uncomfortably tight and clean. My top is covered in a dark green tank that is at least one size too small and a dark black bra, also tight. Looking around, I notice everyone else wearing the exact same thing.

"Did you say prom?"

"Yes, I was at prom with my boyfriend." I say shutting my eyes and the visions of that night begin clearing through my mind.

Mom helping me put on my dress

Sara and I doing each other's hair and makeup

My dad taking lots of pictures and ranting about how under dressed I am

Curt's corsage making my wrist itch

I had told Curt my feet were hurting and that I wanted to go outside to take off my silver heels. They were meant to match my V-neck, backless silver gown. Something drew my attention and I was hit from the side, that's when everything went black.