The Way We Live *Cimorelli Story*

Just Sometimes

Seriously I don't know what's happening. When I enter the basement with Dani~To see what was taking so long, the next thing I knew I was knocked on consious! I don't know who did that, but even though I can't see my surroundings sure I can tell I'm not in the basement anymore. 

I slowly opened my eyes to my bright area. I look around and see I was face planted on the ground. What? I got up quietly as can be. I looked around and see no one there of course my siblings were here, but they were sleeping. I looked around for something. We're in mom and dad's room. 

Mom and Dad weren't here and I don't see any signs of Mark. Maybe I should get out. I tugged my arms, but then brain fart~They were tied up. I tried to make noises and shake them with the best I could, but my siblings were either knocked out or really sleepy which I was before. 

I looked in the mirror and yep I looked like a mess. I found scissors, it probably won't help, but maybe it loosen the big ropes (that is cutting the circulation of my wrist) so I could break free with my strength. Who am I kidding, I don't have muscles. 

I planted my back to the bed. If I'm here might as well make myself comfortable. I wish I had some music. "Lauren?" "Joey?" "Uh-Huh." "Are you OK?" "A bit, but my arms really hurt." I got up-which was really hard by the way, but I got up. I went to Joey was was sitting upright against the closet. I sat down next to him in that small space next to Christina. He turned around noticing he won't be able to free his hands. I saw them and slightly let out  a gasp. They were all bruise. "Joey? Why are they bruised." "How would I know. I was knocked out cold and dragged here." "Fine. Just help me wake up the rest and see what we can do. Just be quiet,we don't know where mom and dad is. Or Mark." "Ok." I hear frightful in his voice. "It'll be OK." I looked at him with my best smile. We tried waking the others, only Christina, Lisa, Amy, and Nick awoken. The others don't care. 

"What do we do now?" Christina asked breaking the sad silence. I hope mom and dad are OK, wow Christina don't know what to do for once. "I don't know, if you don't know, we're clueless." Lisa said hoping to untie ourselves. I handed her the scissors, but after 10 minutes she gave up which I did 2 minutes of trying. 

We just sat their hoping, praying, and something else waiting for someone else to make a movement or wake up, but nothing. Nothing.

What seemed like 500 years was and 1 hour! I can't believe I lasted that long without doing anything. I'm really hungry though, but if something was placed infront of me, I wouldn't eat it. I feel like I have a big hole in my stomach flipping it inside out. I think I will puke if I ate something. Like that time when mom and dad fighted. They broke out yelling every 10 minutes for a whole week killing us with suspense if they'll divorce or anything. That week my heart pumped 100 times more each day until they peaced. 

Anyways, mom and dad came in, but they weren't mom and dad. They weren't humans, or I didn't think they were. We didn't speak, because we didn't know what was happening to. We looked at each other in confusion, but Amy. She seems mad, glaring at mom and dad and watching their every move. "Amy what's wrong?" I whispered still staring. "Mom and Dad aren't normal. I saw them with Mark. I think Mark hypnotized them." I looked at her strangely, but she just nodded with the 'I'm telling the truth, believe it!' look. 

We pretended we were sleeping because they looked scary. When I heard the door slam, I still didn't move. I opened one eye just a crack them looked for a coast is clear thing. Yep. I opened them and looked, 7:30 a.m. I think Joey and Nick fell asleep again. Boy are we in for an adventure. Screw my life. 

I'm not scared of much because I'm not doing it alone.

I am scared of one thing though.

Believing. 

Beliving we're gonig to succeed, but them we let ourselves down. Lowering our courage. We'll just hurt ourselves more, but that's just mental. People will hurt us physically and I have no idea how to stop them. 

But again, I'm not alone. 

Just sometimes. 

A/N: Sorry for the wait, but school is so freaking hard! Spanish is a pain, but I get lollipops. Oh yeah I got a writers block. Remember to Vote, Comment, Follow, and be Awesome!