Sparaline POV

I walked out the door and was greeted by darkness. Well it wasn't completely dark. It was just light enough so I could see the outline of my hand infront of me.

I felt around on either side of me, and touched two walls that were smooth, but dusty, as if they hadn't been used in years, leaving a grimy film on my finger tips.

The air smelt dusty and damp, like how you would expect an underground tunnel in one of those treasure hunting movies to smell like.

When I put my hands above my head I could not touch a ceiling and when I bent down to feel the ground, it was smooth and dusty like the walls.

"Wow, you are stupid." Jonah said in a scolding tone. "Let's just walk into a hall that is so dark I can only see two feet in front of me. What a brainy idea."

"Well you are following me so I guess that makes you just as stupid." I responded.

"Well when we end up dead, not only am I blaming you, but I'm going to say 'I told you so."

"If we end up dead, I won't care. So go ahead."

Jonah didn't respond, but I just knew he rolled his eyes and was giving me one of his patronizing glares.

I have no idea how 13 year olds everywhere were obsessed with him. Not only is his personality awful, his songs were just cheesey pop music, knocked off from the older more original generation like Ed Sheeran and Justin Bieber.

The darkness seamed to never end as we walked and walked. I kept my hands on both walls searching for an opening so we wouldn't miss any turns.

"Do you even know where we are going?" Jonah asked in the snotty tone I was now getting used to.

"Of course not." I replied. "Do you?"
He didn't answer me and we walked even further in silence.

"Its getting colder and I'm starting to freeze to death." Jonah stated.
It was, in fact, getting colder, but I didn't respond. All of his snarky comebacks were starting to get on my nerves.

At least he had pants and a jacket on. I was wearing shorts and a thin running jacket with nothing but my bra underneath. If anyone should complain, it should be me.

"So you go from being a blabbermouth to giving me the silent treatment. Fine." Jonah said.

The silence only lasted a few minutes before he spoke again.

"You know, it's pointless to wander aimlessly in the dark."

"And here you are doing the same thing." I said, tired of his negativity.

"So?"

"You are scared of the dark." I finally said. He looked away, but I could sense more than actually see his face blush in the dim lighting, confirming my suspicion.

"What?"

"It's all right to be scared."

"I'm not scared of the dark." Jonah said.

It made sense that he was scared, he kept talking to me, even though earlier he wanted me to shut up. It also explains why he didn't want to leave the white room.

This little detail made him slightly more likeable for some reason.

"I won't judge you." I said and reached out to grab his arm.

He yanked his arm away from me.

"What are you doing?"

"I'm trying to comfort you," I responded, rolling my eyes.

It was nice to be the one rolling my eyes for a change.

"I'm not scared."

I reached out for him again, and this time he flinched but didn't pull away, confirming my thoughts that he was afraid.

"If your scared, fine. You can hold my arm. I'm a nice person. I will comfort you." He told me.

I almost laughed. Jonah a nice person? That had to be the joke of the century.

"Just walk with your hand on the wall, so we don't miss any turns," I informed him.

I was happy to see that he obliged without complaining or insulting me.

We walked on for a few minutes like that, until something stopped us in our tracks.

A small sliver of light shown ahead, and without a second thought I immediately broke away from Jonah, and ran at full speed in that direction.

"Wait!" Jonah yelled, his voice demanding.

I ignored him and kept running. I was not going at full speed, more like a sprint, because I knew I was fast. I'm on the cross country team at school and I  won state 3 years in a row, I also broke the record for boys and girls in a 5 mile race in the United States.

I wasn't sure how many practices I missed mainly because I don't know how long I had been unconscious for. Was it 30 minutes? 3 days? I dont feel like I am starving so it couldn't have been that long.

I felt a little bad leaving Jonah to trail behind, but when I heard the sound of fast paced footsteps coming after me and knew that he was close, I was not too worried.

There was an open door and beyond that, was light up ahead. From what I could tell it was another white room, but it somehow seemed larger as I got closer.

I ran straight through the door without considering any of the consequences. Before my eyes could focus in the white room, the light disappeard.
I heard the door slam behind me.

"Jonah?" I asked aloud. I could hear my own voice tremble. Did he really hate me that much to shut me in a pitch black room?

I mean I guess I'm kind of annoying and I do talk a lot. I'm also very pushy, but still, how rude!

"Hey? Why'd you shut the door?" Jonah demanded from the other side.

"I didn't and it's really dark in here."

"What?"

"I'm scared, Jonah." And I was. Actually I was terrified. I know I didn't shut the door and if Jonah didn't shut it, then who did?

"Just open the door. Its locked from my side." he said, his voice was surprisingly not unkind.

"Ok." I replied as I felt along the wall until I grabbed onto the door knob. I tried to twist it but it wouldn't budge.
"It's locked from my side too."

"Dammit." I heard Jonah mutter.

Suddenly the lights were back on. But now there were people in here. No not people, but mannequins.

Each of their faces were featureless like the one that kidnapped me. However these ones did not wear clothes and looked more robotic, even though they had smooth humanlike strides.

And unlike any mannequin in a clothing display, these ones were moving right towards me.

"Jonah! Jonah!" I called out in a high pitched voice.

"Yeah, just wait, I'm trying to pick the lock." he answered annoyed.

"No! You don't understand. They're in here and they are coming for me!"

"What?! Is it our kidnappers?"

One of the mannequins grabbed my arm. I screamed, and for some reason everything got really hot and any of the mannequins that were closely surrounding me started to melt.

Was I burning them some how? If so why were my clothes still fine? Maybe these things were malfunctioning.

"What's happening?" Jonah asked, worried.

"Jonah!" I screamed louder. Now the half melted mannequins were staggering even closer to me.

This was a lot scarier then how they looked just moments before.

"Open you-"Jonah started, frustrated. I heard the bang as Jonah kicked the door. The door literally was kicked off the hinges and flew into several mannequins, knocking them down.

Jonah was speechless when he saw the never-ending army of half melted mannequins coming our way.

"Run! Out! Out!" I said, grabbing his hand and running out of the room.

"Your hand.....it's hot!" Jonah said, breathless.

"Sorry." I replied, not letting go. There was no way I was going anywhere without him. The dude had literally kicked a door in half way across the room with ease.

I picked a direction and just ran, not stopping to ask Jonah which way to go or even caring if we were headed back to the room where we started at.

We ran for a for what felt like forever before Jonah stopped.

"My...hand." Jonah said, both angry and breathless.

"Sorry." I said again and let go of his hand.

"Y-you burnt my hand." Jonah said putting his hand up close to his face in the dim lighting.

"How?" I asked.

"And y-your eyes are gold." He stuttered.

"Gold? My eyes are hazel, it's probably the lighting," I replied.

"What light? It's so dark I can hardly see anything. Your eyes are glowing gold." He told me in that all to familiar condescending tone.

I just shook my head. Maybe Jonah was finally going crazy, but his hand really was burnt. Maybe we both were going crazy.

Jonah just kept looking at me weirdly.

I could feel the tears build up in my eyes from terror and stress. No! I can't cry. Not here. Not now. I told myself.
Little that did because before I knew it, I started to crying with an overflow of silent tears and sniffs.

"Hey..." Jonah started awkwardly.

"I'm fine. I'm fine." I repeated quietly.

"Its okay..." he offered comfortingly. Which was a strange change of tone compared to his normally sarcastic and condescending voice. I think it actually made me cry harder.

"I'm fine."

"It's okay to cry.

"I'm not crying."

"I won't judge you." he mimicked what I said earlier and grabbed my hand, despite the fact I was still radiating heat. I didn't pull away. "Everything is fine."

"No. Its not." I started quietly. "We have been kidnapped, I was trapped in a room full of mannequins that I melted, and I burnt your hand, and my eyes are gold, and I don't know what day it is, and I don't know the time and-"

"It is Thursday, September 10th, 10:45 p.m." Jonah interrupted showing me his watch that gave off a slight glow. "Its still the day we were kidnapped."

"Oh. Thank you." I replied, suddenly tired.

"I don't know what I can do about the rest, but you're welcome."

"You know, you really aren't that big of a jerk."

"Thank you?" he replied raising his eyebrows.

I smiled at him in response, and wiped away the tears withe sleeve of my jacket.

I looked up at the ceiling trying to figure out what was next.

"I feel," Jonah said," that this whole thing is a trap, a maze, or some sort of test that we are never going through."

I agreed with him. I had always been this happy-go-lucky optimistic girl my entire life. But now, when I'm faced with such a messed up hopeless situation, I can feel my positivity fading into reality. And reality says we are going to die.

So I didn't respond. I didn't want to be the Debby Downer here, but I also wasn't going to give either of us a sense of hope when there was none. The last time I did that, I got myself locked in a room with a bunch of half melted mannequins.

Jonah was right. It was a trap.

I felt my eyelids start to droop, I allowed my head rest on Jonah's shoulder, and closed my eyes.

My body was exhausted from today's ever so lovely series of events. I needed some rest.

I heard Jonah's breath hitch when I rested my head on him, but otherwise nothing else happened. There was no snarky comment nor did he shove me off.

Strangely at this moment, I felt warm and safe. It was weird considering the circumstances and the company I was currently in.

I mean if I was going to die, at least I wouldn't be alone.

But maybe it would be better if I died alone. Then Jonah wouldn't be here and he could finish his world tour happy and free.

I took a deep breath. It was fruitless to think that way.

If I wanted to survive this, I shouldn't think of myself as already dead, even if it was the most likely outcome.