What is with these people and their southern talk? A woman named Abigail is helping Beth pick out clothes that not even an amish girl would consider wearing. I think they expect me to actally wear them. I guess I don't really have a choice since they took my clothes and burned them while muttering some kind of chant or wierd ass prayer thing while I was in the shower. Why does all this not suprise me or even seem forigien? It's like I am a part of this, of these peope but I just can't put my finger on it. I take the dress and ask for privacy while I change. They look at each other like they want to but can't. They seem just as skittish as I feel.
I asked Abigail if I can leave but she looked at me and said: "We don't say such things here. You will soon understand that. You are to never ask that again do you hear me?" I just shook my head submisively. I am not sure why but these two people seem too good to be kidnappers and treat me better than I would have expected considerinng the circumstances. The room we walk into next is beautiful, a child's room. It has soft pink walls with a bed and dresser. The dresser has a music box on it with a name painted on it. I walk over to it and touch the lid without thinking to ask. The name on it is Cathline, the same name as me. I wonder who the little girl is. Beth walks up behind me and puts a hand on my shoulder, "Open it, it will help you remember". What does she think I am going to remember? I have no clue where I am or what I would remember about some kid's music box with my name on it. I decide not to open it. Maybe Beth is crazy just like the man who took me or the boy who came in the cell this morning. I can' trust her, I can't trust anybody here. They all have a part to play in this scenerio. What is their motivation? I try to think of what I could of done to deserve being ripped from my life and placed in crazy town with a bunch of nut jobs hoding me captive. Is this a prank? Who would do this? Maybe it could be Meg and Dean. I did Shave Dean's eyebrows last month when he was passed out drunk on my sofa and there is that one time I stole Meg's phone for the night and she freaked out for hours. Maybe this is just a wacked out dream and I am the one passed out drunk on Meg's couch in reality. Yeah I think that is what's going on. It all seems so real though. I step back from the dresser and from Beth. Abigail is straightening the sheet on the bed. "This is where you will be sleeping from now on Cathline. Make yourself at home, this is where you belong. Where you have always belonged. Welcome home," Abigail is freaking me out. What does she mean this is where I belong? Where I have always belonged? She is making no sense at all. Kind of scaring me to be honest. I want to leave, now. A boy walks in, older than I am by a few years tops. Beth turns and he says, "Dinner will be ready in 5 minuts so be ready by then, Papa's orders". I recognize his voice, it's Ricky. Beth looks at him and says that we will be down soon.
