August 19,1993
Bella stood next to Chris in the dining hall examining the different faces. Everyone looks so normal. What's really wrong with them?
Bella kept looking when Bella saw someone.
Michael?
No it couldn't be.. he's, he's dead. Or that's what Bella was told. It's not possible. No. Bella had to get out of there.
"C-Chris I-I need to get out of here. Right now. RiGhT nOw."
"Bella? What's wrong are you alright?"
"No I need. To. Get. Out."
Bella ran out of the doorway and ran down the first hall she saw. She had no idea where she was going but she needed to be away from that room.
A tear escaped her eye and she kept turning down the different halls. She ran into a random room for an escape. It was dark inside, she slid down the down and let all of her tears flow.
Michael?
It couldn't have been him, her parents told her he died. She went to his funeral. She watched his coffin go into the ground. She saw his dad crying and his mother in hysterics. This can't be real.
"I'm in a dream that's it. Or maybe it's a nightmare."
She was talking to herself now. Fantastic.
She didn't know what to do. She was just about to stop crying when something grabbed her ankle.
Bella screamed and the thing grabbed harder. She started kicking at the thing grabbing her. The door was hitting her back, someone was trying to get in. She slid out of the way of the door and Chris came in.
He turned on the light and Bella looked at the thing grabbing her leg. It was a woman. She had scratches on her face and all over her legs as if she was scratching herself. The woman scurried back to the corner. She was chained, there was a chain around her ankle.
"Bella get out of here."
Bella's mouth hung open in shock as she stood up and walked out. She was chained. Why was she chained? Why would they chain her?
Chris followed her out,
"I think you should go back to your room and think."
Bella thought that was the last thing she should do.
