“Are you crazy?” Alexis shrieked, losing her composure and darting towards me, notebook in hand. The fury was evident in her eyes as she approached me and it was clear to me that I wasn’t exactly safe right now. Automatically I jump up from my seat and start to walk backwards away from her slowly before gradually getting the courage to speak again.
“I am perfectly sane” I say strongly as level as I possibly could. If she could detect any sort of uncertainty or doubt in my voice, even if it was out of fear of her rather than fear of committing murder, then she would send me on the next plane back to England to a family who won’t want me. I felt myself darken as the concept of it began to sink in.
I cannot let that happen.
“I can’t possibly let you do that, do you know how many violations that would break?” Alexis growled, her voice low as approached me at a quickening speed, to which I only stepped back more. In the back of mind I always knew that I could only walk back so far before something would make me stop and before I knew I, my back had hit the wall and she had me within her clutches.
Her hazel eyes were wide with anger as she held me by the shoulders, causing me to shy away from her as I felt the first inclines of fear strike me in my heart. My lungs felt as if they were about to burst as I struggled to breathe in her vicinity out of pure fear, something that I can honestly say I have never felt before now. Right now she looked as if she could kill me with just one blow and the entire room seemed to silence in case it actually happened.
“I’m not crazy” I stuttered, finding the strength to fling myself from her grip and rubbing my shoulders painfully. “You just don’t understand my motives- why should they live and have the option and possibility of escaping and returning to doing what they were doing in the first place?!”
“That’s not the point; it’s the sheer principle Hannah” Alexis shouted angrily, tucking stray hairs behind her ears in utter fury before pointing her finger in my face in all directions. “You would be committing murder and you would end up in prison too-“
“Then pretend that I’m a CIA Agent- which you happily agreed to earlier- and that it was a mission! Manslaughter at the worst and I’ll serve the sentence just let me do it!” I cried desperately, feeling tears come to my eyes as I gave up on being the cold girl that I knew was within me. Alexis needed to see how strongly I felt about this. Upon the burning sensation I closed my eyes shut in order to regain my control and after several seconds I opened them to see a grim faced Alexis staring back at me. I could feel her disgust; it was radiating from her in massive waves, tainting the air as she scowled at me.
Sighing I sat back down and held my head in my hands; I knew I was pushing it when I asked to practically commit murder but it seems like no-one can even begin to comprehend the hate I have for them. The sheer memory of them sends me into convulsions of repugnance because all they do is lie and ruin people without a second thought. The sheer reality of what they did must’ve taken its toll, for I just gave up and slid down to the floor. What’s the point, I think bitterly. I’m just a stupid girl after all, a girl whose opinion wasn’t valued before and won’t be valued now.
I am scarred forever now from this and like a piece of fabric that had ripped and sewn back together in haste for normality, I would never truly be the same. They had ripped me apart savagely with all their lies and deceit; I’ve pulled myself together now but no matter how hard I try that rip will always be there, playing in the back of my mind over and over again because I can’t relinquish the power to turn back time. I have to live with this horror forever, unlike Alexis who has had a normal life that wasn’t cruelly snatched away just when she was trying to find herself.
Seeing Alexis now made me feel slightly resentful; she may be nice but she won’t give me what I want because she simply does not get it and after a shocking hit from reality I realised that she never will.
“The other three conditions you can have” she suddenly blurted out, causing me to raise my head slowly. She looked defeated and slightly annoyed as her figure hunched over harshly, her feet tapping from side to side.
“I will bend over backwards to give you those three conditions Hannah. But if you even try to plot their murders upon or before their arrest I will see to it that you are put behind bars for life in the harshest prison in America” she growled threateningly, stalking out of the room and slamming the door behind her, leaving the sour taste of apprehension in the air. All the hairs on the back of my neck and arms stood up and I suddenly felt extremely cold, rubbing my arms to create heat. There was a slight hush in the room as I got up from where I was sitting.
Suddenly the thought of staying in this room any longer made me feel nauseous and ignoring the looks of bewilderment from the few in the room who had actually dared to look at me, I stormed out on my way to find Justin. Because if there was anyone who would help me now when I need it the most, it will be him.
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Stolen Identity
Mystery / Thriller'You'd like to think you are sure of yourself. You know who you are, what you like, your interests and your dislikes. Your identity is more than just what it says it is. It's your token to life and acceptance in some cases. And then that's taken awa...
