Raylina
"They're lying to you" A voice wispers in my ear.
Looking around I respond "Who's lying? About what?" I'm in a room with the walls painted in a light yellow tone, the walls bare of anything but a single window left ajar on a wall opposing a door.
Something isn't right, the beds are gone, and none of our toys are here.
"You're a victim." Snorting I walk over to the window.
"No really? What part of me being trapped in a pet store after my family was attacked did you miss?" Opening the window more I look out to the scenery below and my stomach starts to flood with dread.
"Your troubles started long before that house was attacked, and you know it." Turning around in search of the voice, the room is suddenly filled. The beds are in place, blankets rumbled on them with toys scattered around the room left out of the play chest where they normally reside. "You need to remeber." Spinning in a circle and growling in frustration I walk away from the window and to the door. Maybe the voice is coming from beyond the door.
Placing my hand on the cold metal of the door I suddenly feel as if I don't want to know whats behind the door. Stepping back I look over towards the window again. They're coming, they're coming to take us. Who are they?
I take a step over to the window when I knotice a frame on the wall. Forgetting of the window I make my way to the photo for a closer look. Its a family photo. With me and Sasha at a young age being held by two other people. They're not our parents though, so who are they?
"Why am I here?" I touch the frame the photo is encased in trying to connect the dots.
"Time is running out, you have to remeber, you have to remeber them." Just as the voice finishes I here rustling from out the window, and the dread returns tenfold.
"No, no, no, not again" Backing up I slip backwards over a toy and land on my back as fear crawls up my throat. Scooting back further I see the shadow of a hand reaching for the window.
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Jolting awake I struggle to move, which only makes me freak out more as I shove whatever is wrapped around me off the couch.
A resounding thump is hurd as they make contact with the floor, "Ow, that hurt." Sitting up fully finally making sense of where I am I calm my breathing.
"Sorry, I got spooked." Pulling my legs up to my chest I glance over the edge of the couch to see chase on the ground still. The tv was off and all the light were off except for the glow of a light from down the hall.
"Still a fiesty little demon as always though." Chase chuckled as he pulls himself up and takes his chance to sit back on the couch by me. A small smirk play at my lips at the nick name I got when he didn't realize I was an actual person.
"Where is everyone?" I look at him as he rubs his eyes. He obviously fell asleep as well.
"They went to bed. You passed out durring the movie and I didn't want to wake you so I told them I'd just stay here with you. Got me a lot of threats from your brother and parents." It sounds weird to hear him adress them as my parents. They are my parents, but why does that idea make me feel uneasy?
"Oh." Leaning over to the right slightly I let gravity tip me into Chase as I rest against him, the sparks igniting along my arm the moment we touch.
"You okay?" I glance up to see him looking down at me.
"Yeah, I just had a weird dream." The picture I saw in my dream flashes to the for front of my mind bringing many questions up with it. "What time is it?" Sitting up once again I am suddenly aware of the opportunity to seek out answers.
"It's a little after two thirty." Chase states after looking at his watch. Jumping up I walk towards the exit and look back to see the look of confusion on Chase's face.
"I'll be right back, just wait here." I dart out of the room and swiftly make my way to Sasha's room careful to be quiet as I make my way past the other rooms.
I need answers. I want to know what danger we're in, and how imediate it is. The only thing about this trip home that feels like home is Sasha and for some reason everything else feels surreal. Ariving at her door I dont even bother knocking, instead I deliberatly open the door slowly as a way to open the door without any noise.
"Sasha" I whisper into her ear, shaking her lightly as I do so.
"What is it?" She pulls the covers over her head further. "I'm in the middle of a dream far away from this retched place." What's so horrible about this place?
"Come on, lets talk." Groaning she sits up.
"It's the middle of the night." Rolling my eyes at her I take her hand an start pulling her to the door.
"Don't blame me, you're the one who said we can't talk while mom and dad are consious." At the mention of our parents she suddenly widens her eyes as if she just got a bucket of water dumped on her head.
"Shit, you're right. Lets go, and quickley." Now it was her time to drag me along. Smiling soflty I catch up and we make our way back to the movie room where Chase is. Finally a chance to get some explination.
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