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—————————————"Up already honey?" I heard a voice say from the distance. I couldn't quite pick out exactly who's voice it was, but it sounded familiar.
My entire vision was blurry. But I saw someone in a white coat walk up to me with a needle
"Your not supposed to be awake yet"
I couldn't stop wondering who it was, until something clicked in the back of my mind.
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It was Mom.
"Wait!" I screamed out, she put down the needle on the table.
"Yes?" She replied
I hadn't thought about what I was going to say. I kept thinking putting words together when finally I thought of the perfect thing to say. I could be manipulative. I would make her feel bad into trusting me and get out from whatever hell she's keeping me in... but what if there's nowhere to run? There may be nowhere to go to get help. I could ask her where we are, or even better yet, keep myself occupied by making a game out of it. Yes! That would be perfect!
The words slipped out of my mouth and I didn't realize what I was saying until it came out of my mouth.
"Do you want to play a game?""Sure I gue-" I cut her off before she could finish.
"Okay, here's how it works. Every day I can ask you two questions. You have to answer them no matter what question it is and it has to be honestly answered. Sounds easy enough doesn't it?" She nodded her head.
"I'm going to ask my two questions now okay?"
My mom nodded her head again.
"First question; where are we?"
She looked at me in a way that made me think that she was trying to think of some believable lie to answer my question.
"Our new house, inside a hidden room in the basement."
A shiver went up my spine. I hated basements. I was thinking deeply about my next question. It will be my last question to ask until tomorrow.
"Now the second question what were you about to do with that needle on the table beside me?" I tried to be very specific.
"Sedate you." She told me in a low voice that was almost a whisper. It was like she was embarrassed to reply my question.
I wanted to know why she was about to, when we were only in a new house. I thought about asking why she needed to, but my thoughts got cut off by a sharp piercing pain in my left arm. In my last minutes of being awake I saw a needle sticking out of my skin. I looked up further to see my mom holding onto the end of it. Wait... that wasn't my Mom. My mom had brown hair, freckles, and brown eyes just like me. But this lady had blonde hair that was dyed green at the tips and dark blue eyes that looked cruelly down at me. She mouthed 'goodnight, sleep tight!' Before laughing.
I dozed off.
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I woke up what must have been two days later. My vision was blurry something made me turn my head to the other side.
My heart dropped.
It was Mom.
I turned my head to the other side of me. I wasn't expecting anything different;
It was Dad.She was lying, we mustn't have been in our new house, otherwise mom and dad wouldn't be in wooden beds next to mine. I tried whispering to them, to get them to respond; but when that failed I tried talking to them.
I was interrupted by a loud *ahem*
My eyes darted to the corner of the room, there stood the same lady with blonde hair with green dyed tips.
I screamed at the top of my lungs, trying to get someone's attention, anyone's attention! I needed to get out of this place.
Something shook me.
I opened my eyes to see my mom standing by me. "What are you doing here?" I asked.
"There was gas leaking into the car last night, you fell asleep remember?"
I nodded my head.
"You've been looked out for a week. When the doctors heard you screaming they told me to wake you up, afraid you would freak out more if it wasn't a familiar face."
"Are we still moving?"
She looked at me with a guilty look on her face. I knew that we were still moving.
I screamed and cried out for help, my Mom tried to hush me but failed. Out of the corner of my eye I saw her pull a needle out of her pocket.

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What about angel? { Trapped in my own life }
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