Chapter 7

Chapter Seven

 

It’s been a week since I read that note from that black guy. Lucas told me that the watchers are the people who introduce us the unit then periodically show up to “check” on us. I just haven’t seen him anywhere. How can he leave me a note that doesn’t make any sense and not come back to explain what it meant? 

Right now, Lucas is taking me to another surprise room. I kind of wonder what it is, but at the same time I don’t want to go. I don’t want to go because we’re just wasting time. We could be investigating and possibly interrogating to find a way out of here. But no, he wants to waste his time surprising me with the advantages of this unit.

We stop in front of propped open double doors with “POOL” written above it. I can see there’s a mega-sized pool placed in there. There are only two people swimming in it. Swimming does sound relaxing right about now. This facility sure has a way of making you think you belong here. It’s like hypnotization, though. I’m not falling for it; I refuse to fall for it.

He looks over at me and takes a white bikini out of his bag. He tosses it at me and I catch it in mid-air. I look at him confusingly. Did he really get me a swimsuit? I mean, how does he even know my size?

He grabs my arm and directs me to the changing room. By the time I come out, he’s already in swim trunks and swimming.

I walk over to the edge of the pool and sit down. It’s really warm, which is unusual. Aren’t indoor pools supposed to be cold? Well, since this one is so warm I might as well stop acting like a chicken and get in. I don’t know if I can swim or not. I guess today is going to be trial and error or�"let’s hope success. Sucks there isn’t any lifeguards.

I hold my breath and hop off the edge. Turns out I can swim. I wouldn’t really call it swimming, though. It was more like “I don’t want to die so I’m just going to move my arms and legs like a wild person until I reach the top”. So, I guess you can say I just taught myself how to swim.

Lucas swims over to me. He’s just staring at me. He’s staring at me the way he did during breakfast a week ago. It’s almost like he’s searching for something in me. Something he feels is there, but it refuses to surface. Honestly, I kind of feel the same way. If I wasn’t smart, I’d say the feeling is dead on, but I am smart and I know it’s just a trick of the mind. I refuse to waste time dwelling on false emotion, when I could be escaping this prison.

“Have you had any dreams�"like�"since you arrived here?” He asks, still staring at me in a searching way.

“Yes�"but it was just a dream; no meaning whatsoever.” I respond.

He looks down. “I have to tell you something.”

“Tell me what?”

“When I first arrived here I had several dreams with you in them. I didn’t know who you were. All I knew was that your name was Natalie. And I only knew that because that’s what I called you. Even though they were out of order, I was able to put them in order.” He pauses to think. “Natalie, I�"I think these dreams are memories. According to these memories, we used to close, extremely close.”

I don’t say anything. I try to, but I just can’t. So, basically he just told me that he knew who I was. Why didn’t he just tell me from the beginning? He knows I’ve been trying to figure out who I am! Over half of me really wants to just leave the room and ignore him forever. It wouldn’t be overreacting because I feel much betrayed. I won’t, though. Maybe this once, I’ll give him the benefit of the doubt. Honestly, if it were me, I probably wouldn’t have told myself because I would’ve been trying to make sense of things. That’s more than likely why Lucas waited until�"

Lucas interrupts my thoughts. “Natalie, I’m sorry.”

“Extremely close as in married?”

Lucas shakes his head slowly. “No.”

“Okay then, extremely close as in dating?”

“I guess, you could say that.”

“Oh my God,” I remember. In that dream Lucas asked me about that divorce thing. “I was cheating on my husband. I had an affair with you!”

“Uh�"how did you know?” He looks shocked.

“I had a dream about it!” Why would I do something like that? I thought I was innocent. It just doesn’t sound like me. I don’t feel like I could’ve done something so cruel to my own husband. “I thought it was�"you know�"just a dream. Apparently not, though. I did think it was a little bit crazy of me to dream about you.”

He whispers, “You know�"I think we can find a way out of here, especially if we keep having dreams. The memories could lead to how we got here. Knowing how we got here is, like, ninety percent of finding a way out, right?”

I nod, slowly.

A small part of me wants to know why I did it. I also want to know if I actually went through with the divorce. If not, doesn’t that mean somewhere out there; I have a husband waiting for me? Would he be pleased with me spending lots of time with Lucas, someone he’s more than likely very familiar with. That’s if he knew about the affair. This is all becoming very overwhelming.

Author's Note

I'm not sure if I'm making the story to long and boring so... please feedback would be great... thanks

Reviews

[JBoone]

I like how you use the pool, the water, to stimulate there commication and opening up. For me, a change in perspective opens up thought and truth. Well done. It is not too long or boring at all. Very inticing.