"Chloe," Someone whispered. "Chloe, wake up." Chloe rolled around on her bed to find Melanie laying next to her, staring at her, wide eyed and crazy looking.
"When did you get here?" Chloe asked, glancing to the camera in the corner of the room.
"Sh," Melanie warned. "The cameras only pickup footage, we need to move quick." She took Chloe's hand in hers and pulled her through the hall and down the stairs. "We only have a couple of minutes." The living room whizzed by in a blur, and then the two of them were kneeling in the kitchen next to the table. Melanie lifted the floorboard and turned to Chloe. "Do you have the key?"
"Melanie," Chloe started before being hushed again. "How do you know about this?"
"We all do," Melanie told her; then she nodded towards the padlock. Chloe retrieved the key and lifted the floorboard even higher. She stuck her foot down into the hall and found a step. Melanie egged her on, and once Chloe had disappeared into the darkness, she closed the door, leaving Chloe alone in the hidden room to fend for herself.
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Perfect (Rewrite)
Science FictionChloe Provan wakes up in a white padded room with no memory as of to how she's arrived here. Chains bind her to the wall, and from the looks of it, there's no way out. She fills out forms, is given an ear piece, and then assigned to a house where sh...
