*~*~* Niall's POV *~*~*
After Natalie's confession she's been expecting me to tell her all about my own situation, but again I refuse. She huffs and heads downstairs to get some of the complimentary breakfast, slamming the door on her way out.
I sigh and look around the room, thankful that this one is a lot nicer than the last. Now I know why Natalie was so scared of that tiny mouse; she has a very good reason.
The things that he probably did to her makes me want to get sick. It's insane that people out there torture little things like her until they're barely recognizable anymore. I bet she used to be a completely different person.
I shake my head to clear out those nasty thoughts and pull out my phone.
Still no new messages.
It's starting to worry me, but if something happened to Amie someone would tell me about it. Right? Or have I lost respect for that, too?
With anxiety sticking to me like a magnet, I send a quick text message to the number I've memorized.
To: Unknown Number
Why haven't you texted me lately?
It takes about 10 minutes before I get a reply.
From: Unknown Number
Sorry, I didn't think you liked me texting you.
I text back that I don't.
From: Unknown Number
Worried about her, huh?
Before I even have time to reply, another message comes in.
From: Unknown Number
You should be.
The message sends shivers down my spine and I shudder before my knees decide they don't want to work anymore and I fall to the floor. There was nothing drastic about her words; I just haven't eaten in a really long time.
My phone vibrates again.
From: Unknown Number
Besides, I was thoroughly satisfied with the other side of things.
Her words send an electrifying shot of fear up my spine. That sentence can imply a numerous amount of things.
To: Unknown Number
What are you talking about...?
She doesn't answer back right away and the nerves keep building until I'm about to burst. Whether it's out of fear or anger is a question that may soon be answered.
When I look at the clock it turns out that it's only been 5 minutes since I sent that last text. Time sure goes extremely slow when you're waiting on something. Especially something as frightening as this.
Eventually the text does come, but it's not the response I want.
From: Unknown Number
I'm not telling, but I assure you that, to me, it was very entertaining.
That statement doesn't calm my raging nerves and soon I'm shaking, holding my phone right up to my face.
To: Unknown Number
That's not assuring at all.
She texts back before I even send the message.
From: Unknown Number
I know.
Her answer frustrates me even more, but I decide to keep calm so I don't get punished like before. I am too emotionally unstable to be anywhere within a 50 mile radius of Amie.
To: Unknown Number
Please just tell me if she's okay. Please.
It takes her a few seconds, but she replies.
From: Unknown Number
I wouldn't say she's okay. If you're wondering if she's alive or not, she is... in a way...
So technically what she's saying that Amie is in the same place I am. We exist, but everything is so not how it used to be, that it feels like you're not even here; it feels like this shouldn't be happening. On the inside, we are dead.
We are lifeless.
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