The Organization.

Chapter 2.

A/N, sorry this has taken so long! I been so busy with exams & didn't have time to update! Hope you enjoy :D 

I never could of prepared myself for the formidable world I was about to enter. The guns, the violence, the uncertainty of what was going to happen next. 

After visiting 'The Master' who crudely asked me if I minded calling him Denzil. I mean of course I minded he had less than an hour ago kidnapped me!  So here I was, sat in a conference room with 30 other girls, none any older than 16, eating soup that to be honest, thinking back now looked much like a bowl of spew. Vomit as my mother called it. I still haven't heard anything from my parents, even Sophie, who from the day I opened my eyes, never once left my side, she still hadn't mentioned them either. 

At first I couldn't quite be sure If I had been taken to lunch by some strangers, or if infact I really would never see my parents again. As time went on and distant hours became days and days became ongoing weeks I realised, I was never going to see my family again. At first I suffered, oh did I suffer. Two weeks after entering the house I became aware of what was really going on, but still couldn't get answers. The nights became lonely with no teddies, no parents to come and tuck you in before reading you a bedtime story. All I had at that point was Sophie and a Bible. 

After many long, by passing days, more and more people used to visit me, men. I didn't think anything of it until Sophie began reminding me, over and over again, no matter what they do just stay silent. Do not under any circumstances make a sound. Obviously only being six, what six year old could understand that right? Not me thats for sure. I started become immune to the house, to Sophie and to the other girls in the dining room, enough for me to want to leave the confined space of my bedroom. Enough for me to want to wonder. Big mistake.

I had never experianced such a complicated, mind blowing house before. The never ending stair wells were straight, the bathrooms were perly white, nothing like the colourfull bath robes and spiral stairs that excisted in my house. My home. Being so young, I became more used to the house, the 'kidnap' quicker than most people. I only know this after listening in on one of Sophie and my kidnappers convosations. I still hadn't worked out his name, no one ever called him anything. They said I got 'emmune' to it quicker than the older girls. Apparently its because im younger.The youngest. 

I was never meant to enter that bedroom, not yet anyway. The dark room with the red bed spreads and red curtains. The 'Love' room I later learnt. Everything was red, red curtains, doors, walls, all but the white, fluffy carpet. I instantly felt like I shouldn't be there,as soon as I walked through the door I couldn't stop myself. I had to see inside. I had to know why everything was red. After I had looked around, and still not seen anything, I noticed another door, another red door. 

Something told me I should'nt go in, I should just mind my own buisness and walk away but I just couldn't stop myself. I slowley crept towards the door, in my long nightie and my barbie slippers. As I reached it I started to hesitate, did I really want to see what was behind here? Could it enter me into a whole other world? Is it  going to cause more stress and heartache or could it set me free? Free from all the heartache? I slowely reached up towards the handle,which was also red. I began turn it, slowely the door opened just the slightest bit.

Nothing could of prepared me for what was infront of my eyes. 

I KNOW ITS SHORT, BUT I REALLY CANT THINK WHAT ELSE TO WRITE! VOTE & LET ME KNOW WHAT YOU THINK :D & sorry for the mistakes I haven't re read to check yet!