Aftermath

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I listen to the voices that surround me. One is a light airy voice belonging to a woman. Another voice has a deep timbre and belongs to an older man. The third voice is similar to the man's voice, but it's quieter and not as deep. I assume this third voice belongs to an older boy, probably around my age.

They appear to be talking about me and my sudden arrival. The woman whispers to the man, surprise evident in her voice, but I'm not sure why. I soon realize, as I continue to listen, that I am shrouded in darkness.

My eyes begin to flutter open, catching the man's attention, thus ending the conversation. As my eyes slowly open, I take a look around.

I am laying down on an old threadbare couch. The room that we are in is relatively big with faded orange wallpaper that has contrasting yellow stripes. Including the couch, there are two large chairs; one appears to be a gray recliner while the other is a regular chair made of brown cloth. In the middle of the room is a dinky coffee table ringed with many water stains. The floor, similar in color to the faded yellow of the wallpaper, is covered by a stained, worn-down rug.

After taking in the room's appearance, I notice the man kneeling in front of the couch. Next to him, standing up is the woman I'd heard talking earlier. And in the large entryway to the room stands the older boy.

My mind begins to reel with sudden dizziness, but it quickly disappears when I realize that I am now trapped again. I sit up, looking around in a daze. A blanket falls from my chest, causing me to look down and realize they had used it to cover my nakedness. The voice in the back of my mind begins to chide me, reminding me that it was right and we shouldn't have come here. Anxiety begins to rise causing my breathing to spike and my heart to pound harshly against my chest. I try to jump up from the couch, grabbing the blanket to me as I push up off of the couch to make a run for it, but the woman grabs onto my shoulder and tries to coax me into relaxing. I growl at her in response and roughly try to shake her grip from my shoulder. However, since my escape, my body has slowly become weaker and therefore, my struggle is in vain for she is stronger than I am.

I thrash around widely as I try to escape from the woman's grip, but it's no good. The man quickly turns to the boy standing in the entryway and instructs him to go get something. Unfortunately, I don't know what he said because I am too preoccupied with the woman to pay attention to his words.

After the boy turns away from the room, the man turns back to me and grabs a hold of my hand. He begins to pet my head, shushing me as he does so in an effort to calm me down. It slowly begins to work as I relax, realizing that I am too physically exhausted to fight back.

I sit back down on the couch and lean back into the pillows I now realize are behind me. I finally take the time, through my tired haze, to get a good look a the man and woman in front of me.

The woman is probably about three or four inches taller than me, bringing her to about 5'4" or 5'5". She has short golden blonde hair that just reaches past her chin, complimenting her pale complexion. She has delicate features and a petite frame similar to my own. She has elegant green eyes and a kind smile.

The man shares similar features with the woman, leading me to believe that they are somehow related to one another. The man is tall, probably around 6'3". He is also thin, probably almost as the woman next to him. He has strawberry blonde hair that is long and wavy; a ruffled mess on his head. His features appear to be more defined than the woman's, bright amber eyes flashing in recognition as he studies me.

The boy comes back into the room, a glass in hand. He looks almost like an identical copy of the woman, gentle features, and golden blonde hair. But he shares the man's amber eyes and height, standing around 6'1". Unlike the man, though, the boy is muscular, his biceps bulging through the worn plaid he is wearing over top a gray shirt. Both the man and the boy are tan, I assume it's from working long hours in the hot sun. The boy comes to stand in front of me, handing off the glass which contains a warm white liquid to me.