Chapter 2-Thoughtful Recklessness

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I wake up with an aching headache, with my sight being blinded by some kind of fabric wrapped around my eyes. I notice my hands are also tied up. A hear a sudden movement coming from under the platform I was sitting on. Soon I hear a door opening and the sound of wood creaking. For a moment I pretend to be unconscious to analyze the situation I'm in. I couldn't move, because they'd tied down my feet too. I conclude with the best thing to do is to try to talk this person into sense.

"What do you want?", I say, trying to show no fear or emotion.
"Shut up, you talking will only make this more complicated", I hear her say with a snappy tone, showing zero compassion.
"May you please untie me?", I ask, hoping I won't have to beg.
"Fine, if you don't say another word", says the woman. I nod as I her footsteps coming closing. She gently takes of the fabric covering my eyes. I notice she has also taken off the bandage for my abolished eye. When she has taken it completely off find myself surrounded by wooden planks, somewhere that looks like a cabin. Though it can't be a cabin. I come to the conclusion that it has to be a treehouse of some sort.

I am greeted by sea-green eyes and a craggy structured face with sharp cheekbones. The young woman was in her adolescence, probably the same age as me, though it was hard to tell. Her attire was a white blouse with a tied up knot at front and some slightly ripped dark blue jeans.
I study the walls of her treehouse, seeing several paintings and photographs hanged up. The place looks disheveled and tidy at the same time. Cannes of vegetables are stacked around the room and so are candles. I look deep into her eyes and see thoughtful recklessness along with a broken down mind.

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