The Disappearance of Annie Leonhardt

Healing

Annie layed on the bed. She was cuddled up against Armin. It was late at night.

Around ten or eleven.

Sweat dripped down her face.

Her ribs of legs weren't healed, but her wrists and arm were.

Annie was four months pregnant, and showing.

Annie stirred her head.

She was chained back up against the wall.

She opened her eyes, and searched around.

The scent of blood came back to her nose.

"Good morning bitch." A voice sneered.

Annie looked and found her kidnapper, as he tower over her.

"No, my boyfriend came for me. He killed you!" She hissed painfully.

Annie felt her blood rise, and her veins pulsing fast and weak.

"No he didn't. He never came for you, and he never will."

"Yes he will." Annie said.

"Why should he?" Another voice weakly said.

Annie turned and found Briana chained up as well.

"Briana...." Annie spoke, eyes wide to see her alive.

"No one came for me, so why should someone come for you?"

"You see...what happened was all an illusion." The kidnapper said.

"An...illusion...." Annie whispered.

Briana laughed.

"Your nothing special. Your now gonna die here, alongside with me."

Briana's voice sounded more evil than weak.

"No..." Annie's eyes widened.

"Yes." The man sneered.

Annie looked at him, and he gripped her hair.

"Now, let's get you back on that table, and you'll be here..."

"FOREVER!!!!" Briana's skeleton streamed.

"Annie! Annie wake up baby, wake up."

Annie snapped her eyes open.

She was shaking like a leaf, and she found both of her hands placed on Armin, as if she was hitting him.

"A-Armin.." She cried.

"It's okay baby, it's okay." He smoothed, hugging her.

Annie wrapped her arms around him.

Tears strolled down her face, and before she knew it she was sobbing hard.

"Shh baby, breath, breath."

"He came back. He came back." She sobbed.

Armin patted her back.

"Your okay. He's never gonna come back."

"But he did." Annie cried.

"He won't." Armin said, in a serious tone. "He won't baby, he won't."

He smoothed.

Annie continued to sob that night, until it was morning.

Armin walked down the stairs, and grabbed a plate of toast smothered with butter, fluffy scrambled eggs, crispy bacon, and three pancakes with a perfect slice of butter and the perfect amount of syrup.