I noticed three things when I first woke up.
One, it was very dim. The only light source came from a flickering light bulb hanging on the ceiling.
Two, there was no way out. At least, she couldn't see one.
Three, she was not alone.
On the opposite wall sat the girl I had seen outside. Oh gosh! I must be in the man’s house! That was bad, bad news. Especially since he was a convicted sex offender. Not to mention the creepy way he had looked at me. Then, I really looked at the girl across from me, trying to figure her out.
She was shorter than me, and obviously younger. Maybe by two or three years. We actually looked like we could pass for sisters, except for the fact that her hair was platinum blonde, while mine was a dark brown. While I was assessing her, she seemed to be doing the same to me. I made the mistake of looking into her eyes, though.
A gasp sounded from her throat, as tears welled up in her eyes. Her mouth moved to form inaudible words. Finally, with much struggle, she gasped the name Eliza.
Eliza? Who was Eliza? I voiced my question aloud, but that seemed to make the tears flow faster. “Eliza, I finally found you!” She was trying to staunch the flow of tears, and seemed to be partially succeeding. I have to admit, I grew scared when an angry look slowly spread its way onto her face.
“Eliza-Beth! Why did you run? Why did you get us in this mess?! Now, we are both sitting in this room because you thought you could do it again!” By this time I was completely and utterly lost. What was she talking about? Do what again? I opened my mouth to ask, but she cut me off. “Why did you make that man mad with you? He is one of the most dangerous ones you have gone against! How do you expect to get us out of this one?”
She stared at me, clearly waiting an answer. Her gaze made me uncomfortable, and I silently muttered an answer. “What did you say?” She asked. I gathered up the will to speak.
“Who is this Eliza you speak of?”I questioned her. A confused look spread over her face. “My name is Anna!”
Hearing that statement, she suddenly grew weary. She shook her head and put her head in her hands. It was a while before she directly spoke to me again. While she was sitting there, though, I could hear her muttering phrases that made me even more hopelessly confused. Things like, “must have gotten a concussion”, and “did he get the right girl? He always got the right girl!”
When she looked up, all emotion left her eyes. She simply looked at me and said, “My name is Felicity, and I do believe you are my sister.” And as she said that two things happened.
One, a silent tear slipped down her cheek, as a grin played over her face.
Two, in the room that seemed inescapable, a wall slid over to reveal a man standing in the shadows.
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