Locked [DISCONTINUED]

Day two

The alarming brightness of the light made Phoebie's eyes burn. She blinked a few times, trying to get used to the light. What a great way to wake up, she thought sarcastically.  She sighed as the memories of yesterday came flooding back to her.

What had she gotten herself into? Why was she even here? What was Sophia doing in the bathrom? Doesn't she have parents? Phoebie's head began to throb; she was thinking too much.

Gracefully, she swung her legs over the side of the couch and got up.She wandered over to the mirror and tried to make herself look a little better. All her thoughts were gone when she heard a clink coming from the kitchen.

Instinctively, Phoebie's head snapped in the direction of the noise. Sudden realisation hit her as she remembered who would be in the kitchen. Sophia. A sigh of relief passed through her lips as she made her way to the kitchen.

She froze as she saw Sophia placing a bowl of porridge into the microwave. That part was fine it was just the fact that she had left the spoon in that sent Phoebie into a state of panick. Her breath caught in her throught as she watched Sophia close the door and reach out to press the 30 seconds button.

She had to do something! Quickly, she dashed forward and grabbed Sophia's hand. "No no no no. That's not a good idea." Phoebie's heart melted when she saw the sad expression on Sophia's face.

"Metal can't go in the microwave. It'll start a fire," Phoebie explained with extreme calmness in her voice. Phoebie was a little surprised when Sophia gave her a small smile.

"Sorry. I don't usually cook," Sophia said apologetically.  It was the first time Phoebie had heard her speak and it was like hearing pure innocence. What could have happened to her?

Phoebie seized her chance to ask, "Where are your parents?"

"Oh um..."

"You can tell me."

"They um...were...assassinated a...a few...years back." Phoebie felt her jaw drop as a gasp escaped her dry lips.

"That's terrib-"

"I'm not done," Phoebie was rudely interrupted by Sophia. "You see, my dad was a lawyer and one of his cases involved a whole gang. Problem is, only 3 of them were put in prison; the other two were found not guilty. They had been getting away with unforgivable crimes for decades and had decided that that murder would be their last. They were so careless that they were found out and the rest of the gang decided to take revenge. They must have paid an outstanding amount of money to whoever came and killed my parents because their bodies were never found and neither was I. My father kept me a secret from the rest of the world because he knew how many people hated him for putting them behind bars. He and my mother decided it was beter to keep me safe."

Phoebie sighed before answering, "That would explain the bloodstain on the bed." A shiver rand down Phoebie's stiff spine as she recalled the memory of finding the stain. She forced all the thoughts and images away; she did not want to imagine Sophia's parents being cruelly assassinated. "How old were you?"

"Nine, I think. I'm 12 now." That would explain her intellegence, Phoebie thought. She admired the way Sophia spoke with such confidence. Phoebie wondered if Sophia ever got lonely.

Suddenly, all Phoebie's thoughts were distracted as something flew past her. It hit the wall behind her and Phoebie could hear it smash. Maybe it was a plate. "Did you just throw that at me?" Phoebie asked, a little scared at this point. She looked at Sophia but it wasn't Sophia that was looking back. Her eyes were glowing red and her lips opened revealing her gritted teeth.

"You have to complete the task! You're so pathetic!" A female voice echoed in the room. What task? What was she on about? Phoebie was beyond petrified now. Sophia -or whoever it was- screamed in what could only be described as fraustration and anger.

Then another plate flew past but this time it hit the table. One of the peices flew straight into Phoebie's hand which was - thankfully - covering her face. Phoebie, instinctively, crouched down when she heard the smash.

Then all went silent. The deafening silence only lasted a moment before Phoebie heard the sound of someone dropping to the floor. Hesitantly, Phoebie removed her hand from her face and looked down. Sophia layed there unconscious.

Phoebie gulped as a massive debate went on in her head. Should she leave her there or help her? Come to think of it, the floor is quite uncomfortable.

That was all the motivation Phoebie needed to pick Sophia up and place her on the couch. She walked back into the kitchen and dampened a cloth. She folded it in half and placed it on Sophia's head. How it would help, Phoebie didn't know but it felt good to at least try to help.

Three painfully boring hours passed before Sophia finally woke up. "What happened?" she asked.

"Well your eyes turned red and you threw a couple of plates at me," Phoebie said casually.

"Oh sorry. I forgot to tell you about that part. Sometimes my mother speaks through me. My parents are actually in this house right now. They never leave."

"Oh...that's...that's um...no umm.....no biggie," Phoebie said, finding it hard to maintaine her casual voice.

"There's more."

"Should've guessed." Sophia laughed sarcastically at Phoebie's remark.

"They bring someone new every 7 days. At the end of the seven days, they kill that person." Phoebie sat there in pure shock. Kill? They kill someone? Oh no, she was the next victim. Realisation hit her so hard, Phoebie fell over. She could hear Sophia's faint, worried calls but she was nearly out. Her eyes drooped and eventually closed. Darkness.