Normal (Book One)

Eleven...

Waking up again, I was still in the same room. I was not on the floor as I remembered that was the last place I had been. I was on the bed, under the covers. He was not in the room and I was glad about that. I did not want to see him. I couldn't stand it. One change I did notice as I shifted my eyes around was that this time, there was a fire burning in the fireplace. I tried to sit up, but the pain was too great and I could not move at all.

"You are lucky to be alive still my dear." a voice spoke. They held authority in their voice, but class as well. I turned my head to the side and saw a strikingly tall woman stand against the door of the room, watching me. She had strong features. High cheekbones, long black hair, slim and stunning. She was just like the others, but yet not. I knew right away who she was and I looked away from her, not even caring. She laughed, but did not move. "Who are you?" she quizzed, as if she actually did not know. I thought this was the stupidest thing ever to question and I was not even going to both to answer. Only, seconds later she was right at the edge of the bed, looking down at me, her strong green eyes digging into my face. "Who are you." she asked again, more in a demanding sense, making it clear I was not to mess with her. "Racheal." I replied, what else could I say. I didn't know what she knew and I didn't care either. I honestly wanted her to leave me be.

"You do know you have been out for two weeks now. We have had plenty to run ins with your friends in that time. Though they have all been lucky so far, I can't say much for innocent people. With you out like a light, there was no chance you could warn them of what was to come. Kyle was very shocked the last time, surprised they had found out what he had planned and got in his way. I. Well I was not surprised. More curious than anything." she spoke, telling stuff I did not even want to know. If two weeks had gone by and Kyle had said the last time I had been out for a week, then I knew at least three to four weeks had been since I was stuck here, in this hide away. "I will ask again Racheal. Who are you. How are you so powerful?"

"When you find that out, let me know." I finally spoke, my voice weak and sore. I closed my eyes against the sting that formed in my throat. I was telling the truth. I did not know anything, nobody knew anything. She studied me in silence. "Pity. I was hoping to meet your parents. I have a very important question to ask them." she told me and leaning down, she had that same snarling smirk that Kyle had most of the time when things were going his way. "I want to ask them permission, for them to give you to us to marry my son." she laughed.

"No!" I hissed! I tried to sit up to push her away, but it just sent a world of pain through me yet again. She laughed at me again as she walked away and went to the door. "Seeing as we do not know whom your father is, and your mother has been taken into hiding, I guess we don't need to ask them. No worries my dear. I am going to enjoy calling you daughter." With that, she walked out the door, locking it after her and shutting me up in the room again, alone and an unpleasant feeling in the pit of my stomach as I laid there helpless for what to do.

I wanted out, I was desperate to get away. I did not want to be forced to do anything, and most of all, I did not want to be made to become Kyle's wife. I couldn't do it. I felt sick and I just wanted to get up and walk to that fire, to burn myself alive. If only I could have moved, if only I was stronger.

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I started counting the days after that, trying to put together how long I had been stuck in that room. A week after I had woken up I was able to slowly move around the room. I got bored in there, with nothing to do and hoping nobody would find out, I was trying to focus on everything I knew about myself, to even see if I could break their blocks again. I had done it once, that was why Kyle had beat me up and his mother had told me. I didn't know how I had done it, but I had and I was desperate to do it again.

I was happy though, that I did not have to see Kyle during any of that time. It looked like he was way too busy and not coming into the room to torment me. I was happy about that, but I also knew it was a way for me to not find out the things he was planning. This stressed me out, because I had no idea what was going on in my world, or at least, where I lived. I didn't even know where this place was. I had been stuck in this room the whole time and had no clue how big the place was, or what outside looked like.