The Beginning of The End- Chapter Seven

I groggily opened my eyes, but quickly closed them. The light was to intense. With my quick glance I managed to determine one thing. This wasn’t  my home. Where was I? Where is Marilyn? Once again I slowly opened my eyes, trying to adjust to the lights conditions. I shifted up to a sitting position. I took in my surroundings. This place was amazing, crafted wooden seats. ornate tables with gold emblems, lots of beeping and blinking colors connected to something of the past that used to be found everywhere, If I remember right it’s called technology. I was on an actual bed too. It was soft and warm. Once again I asked where was I? That’s when I remembered the fight. I checked my body. Nothing, no blood, what should be scabs or infected by puss was now a scar, if not completely healed, as if nothing happened. What is going on? All the mysteriousness provided an almost scary vibe. This wasn’t normal, this shouldn’t be happening. I jumped out the bed and ran.
 I found now where to go to. I was contained, there was no door. I turned and saw the first person I’ve seen all day. He was tall, 5’8. He was muscular, his body revealing scars here and there. He had long black dark as night hair running down all the way to the end of his neck. He had a scar running down his cheek. However out of all of this, his most striking feature was his eyes. They were a bloodshot red. They looked like they could look through the soul. That’s when I realized, I was not looking at anyone. Instead it was a reflection, it was a mirror, it was me.