'Don't kill me!' Was the first thought that came to her when she woke up, arms crossed over her face to shield herself from, what she knew, nothing. She woke up with a thought that was completely related to nothing in her memory. In fact...
When her mind was alert enough to let her think, she took in her surroundings. It was a sky-blue bedroom, complete with puffy white clouds painted on the walls and cloud-shaped pillows on the bed. She was pressed against the pader opposite the bed, sweat of fear pouring through her skin. 'Huh, I was sleeping against the wall...' She realized with a bit of humor. She saw mga litrato of small children of many races, some sa pamamagitan ng themselves in portraits and some huddled together in group pictures, almost like they were brothers and sisters. There were many ulap pillows on the floor as well as on the bed, even some that, aligned side sa pamamagitan ng side, made a trail to the door. 'What...?' she wondered. With trepidation, she walked to the door, opened it just a crack, and peered out into the long, humid, empty, nature-themed hallway, somewhat admiring the beautiful shine of the mahogany floors and the shades of green leaves painted on the walls. She stepped out and walked through the hallway, willing her footsteps to fall silently. She opened the susunod door, across from the bedroom she awoke in and a few feet away, and peered into another bedroom, this one wooden-brown and red, with an erupting bulkan painted above the clashing canopy bed. She stepped back and closed the door, continuing on.
So far, she had passed ten doors that led into empty rooms, all the same with mga litrato of multi-racial children and decorations depicting any type of nature scene. Reaching the eleventh and final door, she opened it and braced herself for whatever she needed to protect herself from. It was an empty bathroom, the only room so far that wasn't depicting some sort of nature scene. Seeing nothing to fear, she stepped inside, looking around the large ivory- and burgundy-colored lavatory until she walked up to the mirror.
She studied the reflection: glimmering ebony skin marred with traces of blood, puffy hair smashed and scrunched, a swell around her left eye that thankfully didn't squeeze shut yet, and a tall, somewhat chubby body frame with long arms marked with finger bruises, as if she was recently fighting for survival, to escape as her assailant bruised her and kept pulling her back.
She looked back at the face. None of this, not even the face that looked back at her from the mirror, was familiar to her...