**** Alexis
When I woke up, I had a vague memory of waking up, before but being drained by Damian again. It was completely dark. No candles where lit. I couldn't see any thing. As I slowly and carefully got up, I tried to make my way to the bathroom. 'The bathroom and closet have light switches. I just have to get there.' Blind and groggy, I stumbled my way through the room, with my arms out in front of me feeling for anything. 'I've paced this room for days. I should be able to do this without a problem.'
When I hit the piano bench, I fell into the piano, making a horribly load clatter of notes. "Damn it." I mumbled as I righted myself. 'Well at least I know I'm half way there.' When I reached the bathroom, I felt around for the light switch. When I turned it on, I had to close my eyes for a few seconds from the brightness. As I opened my eyes to look around, I noticed a large package on the bathroom counter. 'What the Hell's that?' I opened it and found a long flowing forest green, sleeveless, low cut dress. "It's beautiful." I murmured and thought ‘Just like all the others.’ I set it back in the box and shut the door.
After I got out of the shower and dried off, I slipped the dress on. 'No shoes, again? ... Works for me. I don't like heels … or dresses.' When I opened the door, the chandelier had been relit. I was starving, so I wandered slowly to the table, glancing around, expecting Damian to pop out and scare the crap out of me, again. As I sat down, I noticed there was only one place setting. 'Hopefully, that must mean he's not coming in for a while.' I ate slowly, wondering 'Did Damian really let Vincent and Charlotte go? Or was it a trick? Maybe he thinks, this will be a way to make me trust him. I need to know if their safe. But how?'
After I ate, I paced the room, wondering 'Are they okay? ... Did he really let them go? ... How will I ever know for sure if he did? ... I have to figure a way out of here. That's all there is to it. ... Make him trust me. Then, get the Hell out of here. ... How the Hell am I going to do that? I don't even know where I am. ...' My thoughts keep going in circles. I couldn't think about much of anything without worrying about my family. Vincent and Melanie most of all.
I started to notice the room getting lighter, so I glanced up at the windows. 'It's daybreak. ... But which day? How long was I out this time?' I had paced around and around for hours, when I thought I heard the quiet click of the door. I glanced over, but didn't see anyone or anything. "Hello?" There was no answer, so I kept pacing. About the third time around the room, I felt like I wasn't alone. "Is someone there?" Still no answer. I paced closer to the walls, waiting for someone, Damian, to surprise me. I constantly glanced around. By the fifth time around, I couldn't take it anymore, so I sat at the table. "If you're there, just come out." No answer or movement anywhere I could see. I sat there for at least an hour, searching the room with my eyes. I finally gave up and started to pace again. 'I must be going crazy. This room is making me edgy. ...' I still felt like I was being watched but did my best to brush it off. 'A few laps around the room and maybe play piano. Maybe that will calm me down.'
As I started to play FUR ELISE, I felt a rush of wind sweep through the room. "Okay. That's it." I mumbled and spun around. I snapped "Is someone there?" No answer. No movement. Just nothing. 'Either, I'm going nuts, or someone doesn't want me to know they're in here.' I glanced around a few times and turned around to play, again. 'I wonder who's in here. Damian would've come out by now. ... Wouldn't he? ... Maybe not. ... Maybe he's watching me. How creepy is that?' I stopped playing and glanced toward the windows. 'It must be getting close to noon. ... I guess that means he'll be here soon.' As a chill ran down my spine, I got the sickening feeling that something wasn't right. Fear and panic started sinking in. 'Melanie? ... No. Vincent? ... No. ... Charlotte? ... No. Myron? ... No. Garret? ... No. Then who? ... Me? ... Oh, shit. It's me.' I stood up and backed my way to the bathroom, locking myself in.
