Stupid fan

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I don't know why, but it was awfully hot right now. I felt the sweat drip out the pores of my forehead, accumulating and wetting my hair.

I moved around in different positions, still more than half asleep, then swatted away the weirdly thin blanket covering me in a tiny bout of irritation.

'Why is it so hot..' I thought, then I felt the onslaught of the tiny, creeping migraine I had been feeling that happened out of no where in the middle of the night.

"Shit!!.." I exclaimed, convulsing to a sudden clear consciousness, positioning myself in a sitting position as I held my head in pain.

I heaved and sighed, holding that position until I finally felt the pain ease off little by little.

I've never had that happen to me, so at that moment the only thought on my mind was that maybe I'd developed cancer over night. But maybe, I thought, that I was dehydrated and only needed a glass of ice cold water.

So I fully opened my eyes.

But, where the fuck was this?

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It wasn't my cherished bedroom, no. It wasn't the living room either, or the kitchen, or the bathroom, or the roof.

No, none of those. I was inside a tiny, yet spacious bright white room. There was the single bed I was currently sitting on, a small wooden desk next to it, a small kitchen counter with a mini fridge and portable stove, a closet built inside the wall, and a fan blowing air in the opposite direction of me.

Why the hell is it facing the wrong way?

Irritated and still profusely sweating, I mindlessly got up and went to turn the fan towards me. I squatted in front of it, taking in the cool breezy air.

Now, where was I?

I woke up in an unknown place, sweating hot with a headache. This was all too weird.

There were 4 things I could come up with off the top.

First, I was kidnapped and brought here. Second, I somehow became drunk and ended up in the wrong place. Third, I was at my parents house, or 4th, I was in a lab and was being experimented on at the very moment.

But, the 2nd and 3rd one didn't make sense. I vividly remember feeling satisfied with myself and going to comfortably sleep in my bed.

Then, that meant that either I was kidnapped, or I was being experimented on.

But, this place was... A little too nice to be imprisoned in.

And sure, I was a little toxic online, but was it really enough to warrant a kidnapping? I mean, I was still proper and apologetic in real life, so surely I wasn't that bad of a person, right?

I looked around the room to see if there was an escape; and there it was, a lone door. Where did it lead to?

'Maybe...' Maybe my kidnappers were afk, and with that in my mind I exploded to the door, clutched the door knob, twisted it, checked to see if I had clothes on, then swung it open as hard as I could and bolted through it.

As soon as I swung it, I thought that damn, these people have no safety precautions whatsoever. Who puts their victim in a nice room that could go for 800 usd in NYC, all while leaving the doors open?

With this in mind, I immediately tossed the idea of being kidnapped into the garbage. So then, was I being watched and experimented on right now? That is preposterous! How could they rid me of my human rights? I was an introverted, homebody neet, not a rat!

But, before I could devise a plan to sue them, I was already streaking across a hallway.

There were doors on both sides of the hallway, all varying in appearance. Some were bland brown doors, some had weird stickers, some had drawings, and other stuff you could attach on a door.

I saw a window at the end of the hall, and at that moment the only thing that crossed my mind was if I break through that, and if I could survive the fall.

I sped up, running as fast as I could have only imagined, but before jumping out, I saw in the corner of my eyes a set of stairs going up and down.

I chose to run it down the stairs.

Jumping off the last few steps, I landed heavily and paused.

Because, as soon as I did, I felt the presence of multiple pairs of eyes staring at me.

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