Over and Over

Chapter 3

I woke up in a dusty room on a couch. It had bright light, that I relized was bright sunlight streaming through two big windows. The furniture, while a little outdated, was fine. I was in an apartment or something elevated. The room I was in had peeling floral wall paper, a plush overstuffed couch that was faded red, a rocking chair wedged in the corner, and a old bulky TV on a stand. I decided to wander around and see what I could find. Or any answers as to why I was here. The last thing I remember was the girls face. Lizzie! I never found Lizzie! Shit! How could I forget her! I decided to get my bearings before anything else. Maybe get some answers while I was at it. I was so confused, one second normal life the next abduction?

There are only four rooms in the whole apartment. First, the room I woke up in, a living room I guess. Second room is a small kitchen, mostly wood, that bares clear counters and only the bare essintials for cooking. A stove/oven combo, a sink, a fridge, and a toaster. The third room was the bathroom. It was exactly like in a little hotel, a tub/shower combo, with a toilet wedged aginst the side and a mirror. Not even a sink. The fourth room was the largest of them all. It was a bedroom, much like one I wish I had. In the center there was a humongus four poster bed, with drapes on the corners, it was on the far wall, across from me. To my right was a vanity with nothing on, in or around it. Not helping me clue into the previous owner. On the right wall there is a floor to ceiling bookshelf filled wih all kinds of books. Some even in other languages. The left wall had a closet, but nothing in it. The only shelf, drawer, cabinet, or otherwise contanier that contained anything was the book shelf. Why?

I went over to the bookshelf, curious. I selected a book at random anf flipped through it. It was "Walking in the Garden with Souls by: George Anderson and Andrew Barone. It sounded sappy. Gross. I placed the book back. I went over to the front door and twisted the knob. The knob turns, but only when I go to pull it , I realize I can't. The door is stuck in place. I beat on it, kick it, and scream at it, until I'm worn out. I am hungry, and tired. If I'm going to be stuck in here they could have at least given me some food? I meander my way back to the kitchen, my breath rigind. I'm starting to panic. I run to the windows and look out. I'm at least 65 feet in the air, and on the 6th floor. A mangled fire escape snakes it's way down the building. The road that runs infront of this place is empty, including the parking lot. A scream wants to escape and tears sting the back of my eyes, but I shove them both down. Don't panic! Not yet! I hate being confined. It's one of my major fears, along with drowning, and ostriches. Don't ask why. I wander around looking for anything that could help. I go around to every drawer and check for false bottoms or anything taped to the bottom, but find nothing... Great.

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Knock, knock, knock! Olivia's mother opens the door a crack and peers through. She was worried. Olivia wasn't home yet, and wasn't answering her phone. She had been panicing. When she opened the door, rather than Olivia, she saw a sharply dressed, middle-aged woman. She was tall with heels putting her at least 6 feet tall. She had white blond hair, and smart green eyes that flash like a lions, like you're her prey. She had a questioning look on her face. "Olivia's mother I presume?" Said the woman at the door. "Yes, I'm Caroline Blackwood, and who might you be?" She replied kindly taking the woman's extended hand and shaking it firmly. "I'm Mrs. Susana Adams, one of Olivia's teachers. Myself and the other faculty and staff at A. T. I. C. Academy belive that your daughter would be a wonderful candidate for our advanced program." She said getting straight to the point. "Ohh, well! Please come in," Caroline said flustered and yet realived her daughter wasn't in any trouble. At least none that she knew about...

"Might I inquire if your daughter is home?" Mrs. Adams asked kindly, putting on a smile only she knew was faked. "Not at the moment, no. She went out with a friend, a girls day, if you will. " Caroline replied not revealing what really happened. "Odd, I never thought of your daughter as a very feminine girl, " Said Mrs. Adams. And before Caroline could get out her next sentnce the strange woman continued speaking. "And when might your daughter be home?" She said with the smile still plasterd on her face."We don't want to make any big descitions without her, now do we?" Mrs. Adams finnishd. "Uhh, She has a curfew of 10'o'clock but," Caroline was abruptly cut off gain. "Right then, it's 7'o'clock now, I'll be back at 9:45 then? She anounced as she started to walk out, but paused by the front door. Her fingers trailing across the wall. "Ohh, and where are my manners? " Mrs. Adams said facing Caroline. Letting a vicious smile creep onto her face. "Thank you for your cooperation," She concluded with a savage smirk.

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I wasn't suprised when I woke up in a different place. I suppose I had been drugged, again. It had stared coming out of the vents. It was cold and then a sweet smell filled the room, followed by a strong sleepy feeling, really fast. I guess thats why the place was sealed, other than not leting me escape. This drugging thing is really getting old. This time when I woke up however, there was someone tending to me. I sat up and tried to shoo her away. "Hello? Where am I?" I said, already irratated. "Villa," She responds with a strong accent. Was it... Swedish? I decide to run with that idea. "I. Don't. Speak. Swedish." I say slowly enunciating each word carefully and clearly. She just shakes her haead at me "Villa," she repeats and mimes what I guess is a head on a pillow. Villa means sleep? "No," I shake my head. "I," pointing to myself. "Need," I say shaking my head up and down. "To," I say holding up two fingrs. "Leave," and make my two fingers walk up my arm and nod my head towards the door. Please don't tell me I'm in Sweden! She shakes her head at me again. Ughhhhh. "Du behöver vila," The girl say backing towards the only door slowly. "Look, I need out. okay? Can I leave?" I say frustrated. The girl still backing slowly turns around and bolts out the door. I run after her, only to have it slammed in my face. Locks turning on the other side.

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Slam! The door closes and Mrs. Adams glances around. Olivias mother was easier to minipulte than she had origanally thought. Aparently the cleverness that her daughter beholds did not come from her mother. Looking around she enjoys the moment. She looking arouns seeing the things only she can see, the sharpshooters on nearby rooftops. Soldiers, hidden in plain sight. She puts her hand up to her ear nd speaks into the ear piece. "This is Mother Bear. Stand down, I repeat stand down."

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