Tragedy

Chapter 2

I sleepily opened my eyes to the darkness. Where am I? Why am I here? I cannot even see my hand that I am breathing on in front of my face. How did I get here? What's going on? I feel my body for clothes only to find out they are nonexistent on my skin. My whole body aches and I feel terrible. My head snaps up and my eyes begin to ache when a brown wooden door opens and the light seeks in.

"Who are you?" I ask. He doesn't reply, he just sits down a bottle of water and a piece of bread. "Hello?" I yell. He exits the room, but not without giving me a sneaky smirk.

I instantly breakdown and cry. What is going to happen to me? The least that bastard could do was tell me what was going on. How am I going to get out of this place? Will I ever get out?

The evil young boy walks back into the room again and sits down in front of me on a wooden stool. He doesn't say a word but just stares at me as if I were an object.

"Who are you?" He furrowed his eyebrows and looks at me in confusion. "Hello?! Do you even speak English?" He laughed. Why is he laughing? I'm becoming frustrated and my palms began to sweat. I'm afraid, but I will not let him know that. "At least tell me your name. It's the least you could do, ya know?" I say while he is still focusing on me. He gets off of his stool and takes my face by my chin to look up at him. I notice he has a lip and eyebrow piercing. I also notice that he has the potential to be attractive but that thought sickens me. I look him straight in the eyes and he looks away. He turns to the door, opens it, but turns back around and states, "Har- H. My name is H."

H. That's all he gave me, one simple letter. I cannot help but want to know more. His first name couldn't possibly just be "H". What was really his first name and why wouldn't he tell me? What was his last name? Middle name? How old is H and why did he bring me here? Will he hurt me?

I am starving but I do not dare to eat the bread H brought me. What if he put something in it? I can't help but be paranoid. I am so thirsty but I don't touch the glass of water. "H!" I yell. I wait a few minutes and call his name again. He enters the room looking angry.

"What?!" He yells.

"Tell me why I am here." I ask shyly.

"Because I want you to be,"

"That isn't a good enough answer for me." I state.

"It's going to have to be, babe. I can't give you another."

"You're the devil, you know that? This is wrong! You cant just kidnap me and lock me up in this filthy room. You're going to hell, H. This is cruelty and I do not understand why someone would do such a thing. You are a-"

"Shut the fuck up! Stop fucking talking before I make you wish you hadn't." He yells back.

"You're not the boss of me and if you're going to keep me here then you need to at least tell me why!"

"I don't have to tell you a damned thing." I start to tear up and his face softens. "I'll go get you some food," his face hardens again, "so you'll shut the hell up." And with that, he was gone again leaving me in the pitch black darkness of this mysterious room. I'm still so confused but I have more information than just a few moments ago. I have to get out of here.

I look around for something to cover my naked body but I find nothing. Harry returns with a disgusting-looking bowl of soup and I devour it within seconds. I guess it wasn't that bad considering my hunger state.

"H?"

"What?" He snaps and looks in my direction, meeting my eye immediately.

"Where are my clothes?" He looks away. I repeat the question but with more force this time. "H, where the hell are my clothes?!" He bites down on his lip and pulls at his hair. "H, if you can't tell me where they are, then give me something else to wear. I can't just sit here naked."

"Fine." He says back and leaves the room once again. I really want to find my clothes. I start to stand up, only to be knocked down again. My whole body feels weak and numb. I guess I got up too fast and just got a little light-headed. I get up again only to have the same process happen. What is wrong with me? H comes back in with a plain white shirt, a pair of white pants and white shoes. This outfit looks like something from the Insane Asylum.

"Here," H tosses me the clothes and then leaves again. I notice he only cracked the door and I believe he's looking through the crack. I really wish he'd leave but I have a feeling he wouldn't even if I asked. I quickly turn away, my back facing him, and put on the clothes he provided for me. This outfit fits me perfectly like it was almost... made for me?