Not Sure For Now

II

"Don't tell me you missed me sweetie...."

I tried to cry out to the voice but all that came from my mouth was a strangled cry. This time i wasn't encircled in darkness,this time i was in a dimly lit room with plain walls and a door, the door looked old and abandoned.

His voice called out from behind the door "Now now... i want you to stop shouting" he then seemed to sigh "You're making a racket for no reason.."

The door seemed to open gradually along with a deafening sound, after a while the momentary pain had died down, he had thrown a shadowed figure onto the floor which hit the ground with a thud. Fear spiked through me and caused me to back up as close to the wall as possible but the prison like room limited my escape from the slumped figure.

Is it a person? Why are they so motionless..they couldn't be.. dead
Could they?
Nothing seemed to make sense,how I got in this room, why this mysterious man had trapped me in this room in the first place, had I done something to this man previously?
I paced about in my own mind thinking if I've ever done anything so wrong that sombody would feel the need to, well.. kidnap me.

I leant against the wall bewildered, why was he so calm?
Why was he calm, he had me locked up in this dull inescapable prison, with that... thing. Yet he felt no remorse for me.

He was stood at the door looking down at me as if I wasn't even there, his face looked sincere but no doubt it disguised his real personality.
He walked slowly around the shadowed slump and then towards me, monitoring my every move.
Why was he so careful, it's not like I'm any threat...am I?
I shook my head ,neglecting the thought... me a threat?
Haha...in my dreams.

He stopped suddenly and his face became somewhat clearer.
Brown hair covering most of his face but I could make out he had greenish-blue eyes and he had this smirk on his face... why was he smirking.

His lips mouthed some sort of word but no sound escaped from his mouth, he raised a hand and waved.

I sat up, once again I was in the comfort of my own room. No dimly lit prison but my own room.

Was it all a dream?
Or was it a nightmare?