OVER ME [ZEROBASEONE]

V.

There were times in her life, fyona had felt like she was being imprisoned. That one time when she was 8 and all of her girl friends were having a pajama party but she was not allowed to join for whatever reason her mother had made up and ended up crying the whole day while imagining how much fun everyone must be having there.

Or the other time she wanted to go out to the mall with her friends when she was 13 but her mother said no because some boys were tagging alone and she ended up watching all of her friend's Instagram stories at home, wishing she could just run out of the house and join them.

And finally at 18 when she was placed in a room with barricaded windows and a locked door that can not be accessed by her but people she wished to have no business with, yet was stuck with.

She felt lonely. She felt confused. She felt angry. She had a lot of questions and no one was welling to answer her.

"Please raise your arm." She stood, unmoving.

"Do as she said." But only did she move when a low voice coming from a guy in the same room as her threatened her.

She unstuck her arms from her side and opened it wide enough for the old lady before her to finish her measurements.

She didn't need to be a smart ass to know she was permanently stuck with those disgusting beings.

"You have nice breasts." She rolled her eyes and crossed her arms in self consciousness at what the old lady said.

"Ok, everything is taken care of. You will have your closet filled up by tomorrow." The lady collected the few things she brought with herself to Fyona's room and got out, followed by the male who she came in with.

She stood in the middle of the room, awaiting something, a click. when she heard it, she sighed in annoyance and went to the bed placed on a side of the room before laying on it while hugging one of the two pillows placed there.

She was stuck with them. Its not like she had any choice. It was either she dies, or stay alive like this. She obviously did not want to die, at least not yet. Not when she has a million question about her father's past. And not when she is too young to just.. die. Also god knows what will they do to her corps once she is dead.

She shivered at the disturbing thoughts clouding her head. Maybe she shouldn't have watched all those real crime documents.

She stood up after a few long minutes in bed when attempting to fall asleep failed her. She took a glance around the room. She had already searched every single angle of it and found nothing. It was cleared out of anything she could possibly use against them.

She didn't know for how long she would be staying in this room. But she knew leaving won't be anytime soon. Not when she attempted to runaway from them in the most stupid way possible. She knew they will have a chain around her neck like a dog, holding her down and securing her until she seemed promising enough to be left alone without a supervisor.

She went to the only other door she could enter freely which was the little bathroom she had all to herself.

It would have been awesome to take a shower and feel the tension leave her body a bit, but there were no hygiene products or towels. Not even a spare of cloth. So showering was not an option even when the idea was very much pleasing to her.

Instead, fyona went to the sink and opened the water, letting it run for a while as she stood there staring at her reflection from the mirror.

Her throat suddenly felt closed as her breathing became shallow, her eyes watered while she clinched her fists on the side of the rectangular sink. She shut her eyes close as a series of sob escaped her.