Morgan

Three

    I opened my eyes to reveal a dull yellow light hanging over me. I couldn't see much around me other than four faded concrete walls and a cracked open door. My vision was a little singed at the edges but it was slowly getting better. But, oh my, my head hurt like I was hit with a cricket bat. When I tried to put my hand up to my forehead, I discovered the ropes tying me to a large wooden chair- I had been kidnapped.
   "No, no, no, no, no!!!" I had not realized that I said it out loud until someone entered the room.
   "Oh, you're finally awake. I've waited days for you to gain consciousness." He was a tall man dressed in all black with an old leather jacket over his dark T-shirt. His voice was... familiar. Like he was in a dream which I had long since forgotten.
   "Where am I?! How did I get here?!" I was panicked and confused. What did he want?
   "You'll find that out soon enough. Anyway, you must be starving, I mean you haven't eaten  in three days." He gave a light laugh, as if this was just a game. My dark blonde hair got in the way of my eyes and I had to shake my head to free my vision. "When I get the food, I'll untie you so you can eat." The slim man spoke like he was repeating a new routine, trying to get used to it. He left the small door open to reveal a case of shiny marble stairs. This place must of been far away from my neighborhood, you'd have to go miles and miles to find a fancy place with floors like that.
   The man returned a few minutes later with a short hazel haired girl. Her eyes were the brightest shade of green I think I've ever seen and her skin was a lovely olive. "Michael! You tied her up?! We were told to handle her gently!" Her voice spoke in a concerned tone, her eyes glimmering with worry.
   "I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I was the only way I could hold her still! Before I knocked her out, she put up quite a fight." I was confused at this information, considering my only memory before this was getting on that bus.
   "You knocked her out?!" The girl's voice now pierced my senses, filled with as much agitation as I thought possible. "Do you know how much trouble we'll get in? She's our newest addition and she needs to know she will be cared for here!" Michael looked very embarrassed, his tan skin now very pink. He didn't say anything more as the girl rushed over to free me from my restraints.
  "I'm Willow, and this is Michael," she gestured to the man standing in the doorway, "This must be so confusing and scary for you. You were supposed be be brought here on nicer terms but Michael decided otherwise." Willow turned to glare at Michael, who was barely more than a silhouette from where he stood outside the door.
   "I... I'm Morgan." I had forgotten the sound of my own voice as I managed to get the words out of my mouth. I rubbed my wrists where the rope had been, making the skin red and irritated.
   Michael spoke from the shadows, "We should probably get her ready so we can show her to Kay. He'll want to see her really soon." He waited for Willow's response to move up the staircase.
   "Yeah, you go get ready yourself and I'll show Morgan to her room and try to explain her situation" I didn't like how they talked about me as if I weren't there. Willow's green eyes widened as she helped my out of my chair and up the stairs.
   I entered a small, well lit room full of books. Willow guided my through all the shelves to reach a set of tall oak double doors and up another staircase. She tugged my hand along a corridor to a white door, like all the others in the hall. "This will be your room for a while." She said as she pushed the door open and walked into the room as if it were her own. "I know it's a bit small, but it'll have to do for now."
   The room was probably bigger than half of my whole house back home. There was a large bed by the side, a white dresser with a fresh vase of orange and yellow flowers and a large window looking over a lovely garden outside. "You don't say much do you Morgan?"
   "N-no. I'm just kinda... well, confused." I wasn't lying.
   "Yeah... we all are at find." She went into the dresser as I wandered up to a small mirror by the door. My hair looked like a rats' nest and my school uniform was all ripped and discoloured.
   "I think this is nice for your first dinner here," Willow said, holding up I nice pastel yellow dress that faded to a light orange at the bottom. "I think you'll understand what's going on once you meet Kay. He'll definitely love to explain."
   "I really like that dress. Those are my favorite colours, and red." Willow put the dress over the wire covers of the bed.
   "I'll help you get ready, I only take a few minutes so I can spend some time with you." She gestured to a chair by the bed for me to sit in. I settled in it and she grabbed a brush from a table under the mirror and brushed through the knots in my hair. Her strokes were so fluid and gentle, I almost fell asleep, and I might have. I opened my eyes and Willow was gone. There was a note in my hand saying: I finished your hair so I left to go get dressed too. -Willow
  I got off the chair and looked in the mirror again. The big bush and smoothed out to a lovely half braid. My long hair dragged all the way down my back. My mom had always wanted me to cut it, but I never wanted to.
   I got the dress on and rested my uniform on the bed and prepared myself for the extreme explanation I was about to be given, but for now, I'll just sit until Willow comes back to get me.