HEAVEN IS HERE

CHAPTER TWO

When Annalise wakes up, she's in a jet.

Three woman, in black skintight suits.

Mommy.

"Hello? Who are you? Where's my mommy?" Annalise says, voice still a bit groggy from her drug induced sleep.

"Oh look, the little girl is awake" One of the widows remarks.

Annie recognizes that her voice doesn't sound normal, or not necessarily abnormal but like she's from somewhere else.

"You didn't answer my question, who are you?"
Annalise speaks again, all grogginess absent.

"Oh look, the girl has some fire in her. Don't worry about who we are little one, you'll find out where we are going soon enough."

Annalise stands up, the cool ventilation from the jet blowing through her soft curls.

"Please just," Annalise pauses.

"Where's my mommy?" Annalise sniffles.

"She's at your house, taking a nice nap." The widow bluntly states.

"A nap? Is she sleepy? Why isn't she here with us?"

The widow chuckles. "Yes, I guess you could say that. Why she isn't here isn't much of your concern though, so, go on back to sleep."

"I'm not tired. Where are we going? Who are you?" Annalise continues.

"Questions, questions, questions..." The widow mumbles.

Annalise hadn't noticed that one of the women had gotten up, but before she can react, white cloth is pressed against her face, and she's back to sleep.

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Annalise wakes up yet again somewhere new, leaving her scared and confused.

She's in a room, sitting on some sort of arm chair.

She looks up, scanning the room, and spots a camera. She gives it her fiercest stare.

The door to the room opens, capturing Annie's attention.

"Ah! The girl is awake." A man booms.

"My name is Annalise, i'm not just the girl."

"Hm, I did hear you were somewhat of a fiery one, eh? Annalise, lovely name." The man continues.

"Thanks..." Annie replies, somewhat uncomfortable.

"I bet you're wondering where you are, yeah?" The man questions.

Annalise notices that his voice sounds like that of the woman, not feminine or anything but with that distinct accent.

"Yeah, where am I?"

"Well, my dear," Dreykov drags on.

"You're at your new home." Dreykov says.

"New home? What? I like my house, I like my school, and I miss my mommy. When can I see her again?"

"I see, well, this is your new home, it's where you were meant to be all along. We've done you a courtesy, letting you stay with your mother these past years, something most of these girls don't get to have. Don't make us regret it."

"Us? What do you mean meant to be? I don't want to be here!" Annalise shakily replies.

"Well I guess that's just too bad, Annalise." Dreykov states, leaving room for no more questions.