107 Chloe’s New Home

Chloe sat still on a bed staring beyond the wall of a white-painted room. She was oblivious of her surrounding as her mind pictured her once-perfect world fading before her eye. She had no clue about where she was or who had the horrible body she was wearing. She didn’t know when or how she arrived at her current petrifying location. She didn’t know if it was daytime or nighttime. She wondered if she was still on planet Earth or an alien planet.

Chloe was dressed in a grey pajama-like stripy uniform that fitted loosely on her body. Her beautiful long blonde silky hair had been shortened to a choppy pixie. Her priceless manicured nails had been trimmed and wiped clean of anything artificial. Her hypnotic contact lenses and her beautiful artificial long lashes were nowhere to be found. Everything that depicted her once enigmatic appearance had been stripped off her body.

The present Chloe was a shadow of her former self. If she were brought back to the public, she would be rejected and branded an impostor. Some folks might even claim that she has a slight resemblance to the enchantress drama queen, Chloe Robinson, known to almost everyone in Amzone city.

For the first time in her life, Chloe felt dejected and all alone in the world. She felt empty, depressed, lost, and heartbroken. She felt purposeless and even suicidal. She felt like she was drowning in a black sea with no one to pull her out. It felt as though her world was been engulfed by a permanent darkness with no signs of light.

In her loneliness, she craved for human contact. Right now, she didn’t mind who or what spoke to her, as long as something or someone was speaking.

As if in response to Chloe’s dying needs, a nerve-calming voice echoed in Chloe’s room.

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“Hello, Pixie. How do you feel today?”

Chloe gawked around her room for the first time, wondering where the sound was coming from or who was speaking.

The only pieces of furniture in the all-white painted room were; a bed, a single armless chair, and a table attached to the wall of her room. The room had neither a window nor a fan. There was no painting on the wall, nothing to depict life for a normal human being. Even a prison cell had more beauty and livelihood than this hellish white room she was sitting in.

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“Wait a minute!” Chloe stood up for the first time realizing that her butt was not glued to the bed. She tried to move her feet and surprisingly she was able to walk.

“This is nice!” She said in her delusional state. “I can walk!” She sprang from one end of the room to the other. “I can run, too!” It was exciting for her to know that she wasn’t immobilized.

She scrutinize the room again with eagle eyes looking out for anything that had a semblance of a door. Unfortunately for her, she found nothing of such. “Where is the door? I need to go home!”

“Pixie,” the nerve-calming voice spoke again. It had been patiently waiting for Chloe to familiarize herself with her new home. “I am the godmother. How do you feel today?”

Chloe looked towards the upper left corner of the room and found something that looked like a tiny white-painted air vent. She walked towards it and stared at it for a long time, wondering if the voice was coming out from there.

“Pixie!”

“Who is pixie? I am Chloe Robinson, the daughter of Albert Robinson and Anna Robinson. Why have you people brought me here? What am I doing here? What have you guys done to me? What have you guys done to my beautiful hair? I need to go home!” Chloe yelled. She felt a familiar warmness flowing down her cheeks. Crying had become a part of her existence ever since the day she returned from Zeal international entertainment company.

“I will answer your question one at a time.” The godmother’s voice was so soothing that its magical effects calmed Chloe’s raging emotions.

“First things first, your name is Pixie 109. There is no one by the name of Chloe Robinson in this facility. If you are of good behavior you will get to meet all the Pixies.”

“I am no Pixie!” Chloe yelled even louder. “I am Chloe Robinson! Take me back to my parents! They love me! They have always loved me!”

“Chloe Robinson is dead and has been buried by her family. She has been mourned by her loved ones and does not exist any longer. However, when Chloe died Pixie was born. You are my beautiful Pixie and you will learn to be a good one, otherwise...” An ear-deafening metallic screeching sound engulfed Chloe’s room, making her eardrums almost burst from the harsh sound.

Chloe blocked both ears with her hands and squatted due to the revolting sound. Unable to take the pressure and trauma of the sound, she lay on the bare floor screaming and begging for the sound to stop. However, it seems as if no one could hear her from all the noisy sounds. When she felt as though she was about to pass out the noisy sound suddenly stopped.

“Pixie, how do you feel today,” the godmother’s heavenly voice returned. “I need you to answer my question with only three words.”

Chloe was trembling on the floor, covered with perspiration and engulfed with fear. She was scared for her life as she had no intention of dying from the horrendous sound. She slowly sat up with both hands still on her reverberating ears. She had a feeling that the godmother had asked the question again. However, due to her ringing eardrums, she couldn’t make out what the question was.

“Godmother!” Chloe called out in a trembling voice. “Please, did you say something? I can’t hear you.”

“You have offended the godmother!” A hoarse haunted voice spoke instead of the godmother. “You have failed your first test! Welcome to your hell!”

The metallic ear banging horrendous sound returned with a higher intensity. It engulfed Chloe’s entire system until she passed out.