Always being tired was never something Y/N liked, she wished one night she could have a peaceful night - where she wasn't getting distracted by things like: social media or the very enticing ButtonTube video thumbnails that displayed themselves to her at 10pm - but the fact that the blue light from her phone was keeping her up, regardless of what she was on on her phone, was enough to pull her further and further away from the goal she to set every night.
And that was too go to sleep... For real...
But just like every other night, Y/N ended up watching videos on ButtonTube all night; as well as checking up on her favourite social media stars: her favourite was this guy named Hosoek: tall, muscular, great at dancing, nice... Basically anything you could dream your ideal boyfriend to be and more.
By 4:57AM Y/N had passed out from all the sheer muscle and sweat that she saw on Hoseoks Social media page, her googling eyes and open mouth from looking at his videos and pictures, turned into low snores and a line of dribble that came out from her mouth every time she breathed and coated her pillow.
This was Y/N life on the ordinary: normal day of Uni, normal day back home, normal everything... The only thing that was very rare for her were dreams, Y/N never really had dreams all that much,here. She envied her friends that would talk about their embarrassing idol dreams as well as the more weirder, mind boggling ones. The only thing she wish she could do in those conversations was to be able to familiarise .
She never got the excitement or dull feeling of nightmares or dreams, Y/N did always wondered why, though she never cared enough to try and figure out he science behind it.
But that night was her realisation, her salvation from being a weirdo without dreams, though she never thought her first time would turn out to be so important.
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Starting to wake up Charlotte's sleeping face contorted into an ugly pout, while stretching all the cramped muscles in her body.
With that she took the covers in her palms and put them over her head " Ten more minutes. " Charlotte said to no one in particular, head underneath the covers.
Feeling the soft fabric beneath her hands and between the web's of her fingers, Charlotte frowned.
Charlotte knew the feeling of her bed, she dearly loved the feeling of it, the rough but familiar feel of the fabric that separated her and her blankets, adding additional warmth to her body in even the coldest of winters... Sadly... This wasn't the touch she yearned for every day she came back from her hell hole she called uni.
It was softer, felt more like a Silk.
At the sudden feeling of confusion, Y/N say up and rubbed her eyes, wipping all the images from the night before away.
When her eyes open: Y/N gasped, eyes widened, hands to her mouth and body jolting up straight.
" Where-- where the hell am I? " Y/N whispered to herself looking around the room like a fish out of water, - then again - he better of felt that way, because all the golds, maroon Brown's as well as the fancy paintings that layed on the walls, was definitely not something she would normally wake up to.
With shaking hands and a terrified feeling bubbling in her stomach, Y/N lifted the silk covers over her legs so they could drop to the other side of the bed. Standing up from the right side of the bed Charlotte looked around the room some more, curiosity taking the best of her.
" Is this real gold? " Charlotte asked herself approaching and touching something that looked like a chest, sliding her finger on the gold coloured accents on the prominently red chest.
As Y/N trailed her fingers from the side to the front, her fingers stopping at the unlached lock, a sudden erge to open the chest - as small smile printed itself into her face when she saw the big Teddy that layed inside.
Picking it up, her smile broadened, calling out to the teddy " I love you chim chim. " after a few seconds of hugging the teddy and Y/N stopped.
" What... What did I just say? " The shocked girl said in her head realising she felt somewhat connected, emotionally with the intimate object.
The unfamiliar sence of familiarity shocked Y/N right to her core, the realisation of the whole situation, crashing down to her as if the place she saw before was nothing more then unfamiliar and dangerous.
Dropping the teddy she held out of anxiousness, Charlotte locked around panicked. She didn't know if someone had kidnapped her - for whatever reason - or even if someone....
Not wanting to think about it, Y/N paced herself towards the door that lead out to the hallways, but the sound of footsteps fastly approaching made her frantic. Looking around again she found another set of double doors and ran to them.
Opening them she found a bathroom, the interior was white, seemed too modern for the rest of the room, but the shock of interior design didn't stop her from getting in and closing the door.
Feeling a wave of adrenalin rush through her, Y/N frantically paced up and down the bathroom confused and agitated, if something really did happen to her in her sleep she would of known, right? Though she was a heavy sleeper.... So she couldn't of been sure, and even if she was kidnapped for some unknown reason, why would anyone want her... This the lazy uni student who yes, does get straight A's, but has close to no friends their, neither does she make small talk with anyone either.
So for what reason would someone want to kidnap her? It just made no sence.
Taking her hands from her hair to put them down to her side, Charlotte stopped pacing and started thinking.
Looking around, Y/N thought the only way to make sense of this situation is to tell them to herself in chronological order from where it started, she needed to look at herself in the mirror and tell herself the truth of the matter. So she looked around for a mirror. She found a bath, and eventually a mirror.
Walking up to the mirror she wanted to decide on a good plan to bolt, but as soon as she stepped in front of it... The image of someone who wasn't her flashed through he irises and then--
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AHAHHHHHHH!!!!