The room was full of darkness and cloth restraints were tied to her wrists. Emma took deep breathes, trying to clear her mind from the fog of what was most likely a tranquilizer. After a minute or two had passed, she pulled her arms forward, easily breaking out of the restraints. Sitting up, Emma looked around to trying to see anything in the dark, but there were no windows in this imprisonment, meaning light had no chance of creeping in.
With an uneasy sickness knotting in her stomach, Emma carefully slid her feet to the familiar cushion of a plush carpet. At least she knew she was in her room, which sat along the great hallway before the cafeteria. Stepping carefully, Emma made her way to the wall and felt along for some kind of light switch. After twenty minutes, she grew furious at the realization there would be no light switch. Just like everything else around here, it must be set on a timer, and right now it was time for sleep.
Sitting down on the carpet, Emma felt defeated. She also did not know what to make of the event with Logan. He seemed different in demeanor, and even his hair seemed more militant than before, leaving Emma with a heavy sadness. She wondered if the others felt like this all the time, the heaviness of their burdens constantly pulling them down. Having lived such a cushioned and opportunistic life, Emma hardly saw the strife other's lived daily. Maybe she should have felt some kind of remorse over her parent's divorce, but she let it empower her instead, it was something to gain from to her. But here she was, sitting in the dark thinking she knew the pain of losing a loved one just because her boyfriend turned harsh. Who could blame him really, after what had happened to him? Emma was convinced he just needed time, and the gentle boy would be back.
Emma threw her first down into the plushness of the carpet, determined to let things push her farther instead of holding her back, when she could suddenly see. It came in flickers. One moment she could feel her eyes gather all the light she could, and then it would be gone. Again, and again. Drawing closer to the heavy door, Emma realized the light flickered through the cracks between the door and the wall, the source sitting just on the other side.
Placing both hands on the cool surface of the door, Emma tried to find some kind of trigger, but, like the light switch, found none. Biting her lip in frustration, Emma tried to figure out a way to get to the light. Then, gradually, a warmth began to seep through the door, slowly and casually, until Emma felt the heat move across the door, guiding her hands to the edge. Once in place, the heat was gone, and Emma used what force she could to press on the door. Her first try yielded nothing, but gave her the frustration and power to push harder. The door groaned under the pressure, and then began clicking until Emma felt the door pull away to slide back into the wall.
Emma let out a small gasp of excitement, a goofy smile crossing her lips. She wanted to cheer for joy, but knew better. Smoothing her dress out, Emma stepped into the hallway to see a tall boy flicking a lighter, causing Emma to see, then not see, to see, and not see.
"Jason." Emma stated.
Jason flicked the lighter again, allowing Emma's eyes to see his cavalier expression. "Guess you are smarter than you look."
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