Spinning...everything is spinning but I can't see anything. Why is it so dark? Pushing into the ground I go to sit up with no success. I don't move. Why can't I move? Pushing again my fingers twitch. My eyelid moves light slowly begins to overtake the darkness.

It spins, the light is spinning. Round and round it goes colours mixing together. Round...and round....and round it goes. Purple to blue, then to green, green to orange and then red, red to yellow, and yellow to white all the colours mixing and mingling as they dance across my vision. My fingers twitch and my eyes flutter as the colours spin.

Over and over they go my head pounding with each turn. My fingers twitching and my eyes fluttering. Pound...spin...pound...spin...pound...spin...twitch...spin...pound...spin...twitch...pound...spin...pound...spin...pound...spin...twitch...spin...pound...spin...twitch...pound...spin...pound...spin...pound...spin...twitch...spin...pound...spin...twitch...pound...spin...pound...spin...pound...spin...twitch...spin...pound...spin...twitch...twitch...twitch...twitch...

Falling to the floor my eyes flick from corner to corner of the white room. Everything is white, white, white, and more white blurring together into one blob of white. Staggering to my feet I stumble forward, my knees hit something and I collapse on the floor again. The world turning upside-down around me.

"Oh my giddy aunt' jad," a girl exclaims feet rushing towards me.

Hands hook under my shoulders gently lifting me up. An arm wraps around my back the person supporting me with their body. Staggering to what I assume is the door, the girl shouts, "I neid assistanc' her'."

My ears ring her voice echoing over and over again the words mixing in with the spinning white blob.

"Toilet."

"Huh?" The girl asks.

"Toilet," my voice comes out horse scratchy to even my ringing ears.

The girl and I stumble to where I assume the toilet is. Gently the girl puts me down and I fall to my knees hands grasping at what I think is the toilet seat. The world continues to spin as I sit there my head resting on the ceramic toilet seat. "Wer' in the loo," the girl shouts, the enclosed bathroom amplifying her voice twofold in my head.

Feet come stomping over to where we are, voices ringing in my ears as the girl's stammer. Their pink, white, and brown bodies are a stark contrast to the white adding more to the spinning blob. They spin and spin and spin my head ringing and ringing and ringing.

And I hurl all the contents of my stomach into the toilet emptying what little is in there.

"That's it deary let' it aut', keip going it will pass." A woman's voice whispers gently beside me her hand patting my back as I heave my stomach trying to empty its already empty self. "Hazel can yau go get' jad' a glass of watuh."

"Yes Heather right' away," a girl says feet gently pattering away.

Coughing I spit into the toilet the white blob slowly settling down. The toilet flushes taking my stomach with it, and whatever it is that gave me this headache.

"Her'," turning to the voice Hazel holds up a glass of crystal water.

"Thank you," I whisper gently taking the water. Sipping the cold drink my throat burns as it goes down. Coughing Heather pats my back gently rubbing up and down my spine. Forcing all the water down my throat still aching no longer feels as swollen.

"I hav' nevuh sein anyon' lik' this befor'?"

"Me neither they were really rough with her."

"Do you know why?"

"Not' a clu'?"

The girls shut their mouths falling silent. Heather turns to me "Can yau walk deary?"

Nodding I push on the toilet "Yeah." My legs shake as I put my weight on them, I take one step toward the door and my knees give out.

Hissing my back throbs pain shooting up my back and down my legs, my temples pounding. My vision blurs the white mixing once again before calming like an ocean against the light breeze, disturbed for a second but quick to settle. I lay there in Hazel and Heather's arms my breath catching in my throat.

"Lean on us well help yau."

Nodding they wrap their arms under my shoulders the two of them taking most of my weight. My legs still shake with the little pressure on them each step painful, my back and my thighs screaming.

Hazel and Heather gently lower me onto a lounge in the sitting room, and my muscles relax slightly as I sink into the plush chair legs outstretched in front of me. "I'll get' som' heat' packs," Hazel says rushing towards the kitchen.

"Bring advil and anothuh glass of watuh," Heather calls making my ears ring. "Jen get' som' cooling oil, Sarah warm up a light' saup, the others find som' cloth's she can chang' into they will be coming to get' her soon."

At Heather's command, the girls begin to rush around grabbing different things and bringing them over. Hazel comes back with three heat pads, she places one on my back one on my neck and the other on my stomach. "Her' tak' thes'," she passes me two pills.

"What are they?"

"Advil for the pain, it's not' much but it's all they will giv' us."

Swallowing the two pills I chug half the glass of water, coughing Hazel takes the glass moving out of the way for the other girls to come in. Everyone is bustling around me, the robe that I just realized was covering me is removed and replaced with some oil glistening across my skin. The girls massage my arms, stomach, and legs my body begins to feel cool and painless. I get turned onto my back the process of oil and then massage repeated.

367 seconds later I am wiped off with a warm towel and dressed in plain white and brown clothes.

"For comfort, a dress is best, here wear this jacket, what is your shoe size?"

"Aaa 6 and a half."

"Good we're the same size wait here I'll get you some comfortable shoes."

The girl rushes off her golden brown hair fluttering behind her. Turning to Heather who is cleaning up the mess that was made I rub my arm my skin soft from all the oil "Why am I getting dressed up?"

"Hmm," Heather looks up at me her blue eyes looking like pearls "Aaa a dress won't' irritat' yau down ther', pants wauld."

"No no I'm not talking about the dress I get that, I mean why am I getting dressed in clothes to go out?"

She stops what she is doing placing the oil bottles and towels onto the glass coffee table. "Deary yau passed the test'."

"Passed the test?"

"Yes, so they are taking yau aut' to get' clothes and books, and anything els' yau might neid to feil mor' comfotabl' her'."

"Taking me where?"

"A mall."

"bick vatever yau vant as long as it can pe carried," the man says. We stand inside a mall, the tall ceilings showing the walkway of the second floor and third floor let in massive amounts of light from the colossal amount of windows in the ceiling looking like a decorative art peace as they let us see the sky above.

People chatter as they walk around enjoying their day shopping. Kids cry out as they wait for their parents to buy them snacks or toys and girls hold bags in their arms with wide smiles. Shops I don't know line the walls with clothing styles slightly different from home, I am not in the US or Canada.

Two men that could come off as being my bodyguards but are more like watchdogs making sure I don't run away.

"Vats vrong Liebchen, ko into vatever sdore's yau vant pefore aur scheduled haboitment."

I glance at the man beside me, he is dressed in a very well-made suit, even my untrained eyes can see that. Maybe the two men aren't just my watchdogs but this man's bodyguards. Who is he and why is he here?

He grins turning his crystal eyes toward my brown ones. Looking away I grab my wrist holding it tight in my hands. Glancing from store to store I enter the first one that catches my eye.

A clothing store with a style of clothes that I like, a more put together suit look, what did kids call it? Old money style? Something like that.

Grabbing the stuff that I like in my size I don't look at the price tag and just walk right up to the cash register and put the five shirts, three pants, two jackets, three belts, four sweaters, and one pair of shoes and put them on the counter. Everything is bagged and we leave the store.

I shop like I have no tomorrow going into stores I would never do back home with how expensive they look. Getting anything and everything from simple but nice dresses and suits to daily wear of sweats and hoodies.

The two men carry bags in their hands already rearranged by me to fit more.

"Okay Liebchen, follow me," the man shocks me as he speaks taking the lead. I rush after him stay two steps behind his black silhouette my bright white outfit a stark contrast between the three men dressed in pristine black suits.

Entering a hair salon a lady rushes over bowing to the man a bright smile on her face. He says a few words to her before taking a seat on a plush chair a drink falling into his hands before he sits down.

The lady rushes over to me dragging me towards a chair without a word.

To surprised to say anything I sit in silence like I have been since I left the room at the mansion. The mirror in front of me is tinted like misty glass blurring my figure.

The ladies hands move swiftly, she washes my hair dries it and washes it again before cutting it. I gulp as she does so my hair which should be blue lands on the ground as a dark brown as she trims the dead ends off.

Flinching my eyes tear up as the mirror now reflects me, but I am no longer me. My hair is slightly shorter from the trim but the ends which once were a beautiful midnight blue are a brown not much different from my natural hair colour.

The man stands up his glass taken away in a flash "Let's ko Liebchen ve schtill haffe one more habointment."

Whipping my eyes I rush after him brushing my soft hair as I blink away tears. We enter a waxing salon. Just like in the hair salon, the man says a few words to the lady before taking a seat a glass of liquor in his hands and I follow them into a back room.

I shave often I haven't shaved in who knows how long so my hair has grown a lot but not long enough to wax in most areas. Stripping I lay down on the bed and a lady comes in, no words are spoken between us as the lady works.

I flinch as the hair around my private area gets pulled out. I am already sensitive there but this is another level of pain compared to the other times I have had this done.

45 minutes later we leave the waxing salon my whole body beat red and burning.

Staring at the man his crystal eyes watch me the corners crinkled "yau can sbeak Liebchen."

"May I wash my hands?" I say keeping my voice quiet.

"Vy?"

"They are sweaty I wish to clean them," I wait keeping my eyes on his nose.

He stares at me his eyes like a wolf's taking in every inch of my face "yau haffe 1 minute."

"Thank you," I scurry off to the bathroom beside the store. Rushing in I pray to the heavens that another person is in here.

To my luck, an elderly lady is at the sink. "Excuse me do you have a pen and paper?"

The elderly lady smiles "I do deary, here you go."

"Thank you."

Quickly I write down on the little piece of paper a small note before handing the pen back to the lady. Washing my hands I stuff the paper into the sleeve of my jacket and run out of the bathroom.

"Yau are 2 seconds late," the man says. I gulp bowing my head, only speak when told you can speak. The man watches me for a second longer before turning away "yau can keep schobing."

Straightening up, my chest falls relief washing over me as my heart pounds. We enter a few more stores getting books and the necessities that we haven't gotten yet. Whatever the man says I can get I grab.

Walking towards the exit the man's phone rings, I don't understand what he says as he speaks in what I assume in German. As he hangs up he slowly turns to me his eyes sharp like knives as they pierce through me.

He slowly walks up to me "Yau did ein pad zing Liebchen," he growls. I gulp as he turns away saying something to the watchdogs his back rigged.

Gulping I shakily follow after him. He must have found out.

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