The Misplaced & Hidden

Chapter One- Why, Hello Madame

  I hear a smooth voice faintly and I begin to flutter my eyes open. I sit up slowly groaning. Looking around my surroundings, I realize I am not home asleep. Realizing that, I also understood that everything that happened last night actually happened. I turn to step out of bed, looking down I see that I have entirely different set of clothes. “What the...? What on earth am I wearing?” I exclaimed. I stood up and ran to the long mirror by the dresser. I seemed to be wearing an above-the-knees night-gown. It was white, silky, and had frills on the end of the gown.

   I stepped back in astonishment. I start towards the door then stop; thinking. If I go out there like this... what would anyone think?! So I frantically ran towards another door and opened it. As I walk in the room, I look around in amazement. “Look at this! So many clothes!” I yelled happily. “Beautiful isn’t it?” A voice says. I quickly turn, scared. My eyes felt as if they were going to explode from being so widely opened. “Here, try this on. It goes nicely with your dark brown eyes. And your long hair might just compliment it.” The man nicely said with a smile. “Umm... you think?” I shyly questioned. “Why yes! Try it on already!” he busted out laughing. I jumped at his loud but very unique laugh. It wasn’t really normal but it wasn’t annoying in any way. He then started pushing me back into the room.

He then sat down on the bed. “Well?” he asked questionably. I glared at him. What is he thinking? Does he think he has the right to just stay and watch me change?! “What?” I asked. “Hurry and get changed. We’ll be having dinner because you woke up so late.” He said smiling with his head tilted. “Are you crazy? Get out! If you want me to change, get out!” I shouted, grabbing him by the arm. I kept walking with ease as soon as I realized what I had done. “Oh... I’m sorry.” I said backing away slightly, swiftly putting my hands behind my back. “No it’s fine. I shouldn’t expect for you to change in front of me. I was asking for too much.” He said sadly, then walking out. I stared at him, sorry for yelling at him. I then closed the door. I sighed, “I guess I’ll try this on.”

  Gently stepping outside the room, I took steps towards the stairs. Looking down, I think if what I wore is even appropriate for my age. A red long dress that drags along the floor, with sleeves that hang off the shoulders, slit to the point where my left leg is exposed and I wear a red large rose on my hair; which is fixed to one side of my head. I shrug my shoulders thinking to myself ‘I’ve already changed so might as well go’. Just when I was about to take steps down the stairs, I see the man down at the bottom of the staircase waiting for me. At least it looked like he was waiting for me. He stood there with his hand reached out towards me with his hair combed to the side. He was wearing a white suit with a red silk tie and black dress shoes.

   “Come on. Dinner is waiting for us.” He tells me still with his hand, aching to grab mine. “Ah, yes. Sorry for making you....” I cut off my sentence. “Wait, what am I doing? Why should I have dinner with you? And why are you talking to me as if you didn’t kidnap me?” I yell. His face then wrinkles with sadness in his eyes. He puts down his hand, turns towards to what I think was the dining room. I start down the stairs to follow and see where he went off to.  I poke my head through the doorway and see that he is sitting at the table with his face in his hands. “Ugh,” he then gets up and looks at the dinner he prepared. “What am I doing? All of this for her?” He looks up and looks to where I’m standing. I feel a shove towards my back and I’m standing in front of him. Looking back behind me I see a little girl who looks like she only 13. Did she push me?

  “I thought you weren’t having dinner?” he angrily announces. “I think I might have second thoughts about that.” I say then I stare at him seriously. “But you have to tell me what your reasons for kidnapping me were over dinner.” He looks at me as if he doesn’t know if he can trust me but nods. “Sit. We’ll be having two on trays.” he then points at the table with foods. “Here: is creamy grits with roasted butternut squash and blue cheese and over here we have molasses-glazed grilled pork loin. For desert we’ll be having hummingbird cake.” I move towards the table to sit down. He runs to me and brings out my chair to sit. I sit and look up at him and ask “What is your name,” “My name?” he looks at me puzzled. “Yes, I’d like to know your name if I am going to be having dinner with you.” “Ah, yes. Excuse me for being rude in not saying so. My name is Alexander Sage Martinez, but you can call me Alex or Sage.” He responds.

  ‘What a nice name,’ I thought to myself. Looking at his face I realize his eyes aren’t really exciting or... How do I say this? Alive? They are dull and droopy. “Shall we eat Sage?” I say smiling at him. He looks at me and is suddenly happy. He walks around to the other end of the table and sits across from me. “So... What will you have tonight?” he asks. As soon as he says that, men and women burst out through doors. Startled I try standing but Sage then brings his hand as if trying to tell me ‘It’s Alright. Sit.”. So I calm down a bit and look at one of the girls and see that she was the one who pushed me. “Uh, excuse me?” I say trying to get her attention. She looks at me and scurries next to me. “Yes miss?” she asks with her head facing down and fingers twiddling together. “Come here,” I motion for her to come near me; she then begins to get nervous. “It’s alright. Come,” I say. “Will you meet me in my room later tonight? I’d really like company.”  She looks up at me with a shocked face then smiles and idly says “Yes miss,” “Call me Charlotte.” I smile. “Ah, yes Charlotte.” She then hurries away and gets my plate to serve me food.

  “So, you wanted me to tell you my reason for kidnapping you.” Sage says. “I know this will not make sense to you but I am an undercover agent. I know I might seem older than I look but I am only 20.” “That’s an interesting thing.” I say confused. He sighs then tries explaining things, “I knew you wouldn’t believe me, but I’ll continue. You...” he pauses and looks at me. I then realize that he doesn’t know my name.  “You’re an agent and you don’t know my name? Wow. It’s Charlotte.” I say disappointed in his “expertise”. “Yes, as I was saying.  You, Charlotte, are being Scored on... by your so-called family.” “What are implying?” I question. “Wow. I’m implying that your family has made you an experiment. You’re filled with things against the law. Your body is super natural. You can never get hurt and your bones are basically turned into steel so that no one can break you! God damn it, don’t you see? You’re a bloody... a bloody... a bloody freak!” he yells in frustration. I stare at him blankly and hurt that he would even dare to call me that.