Let me go

Chapter 2

As soon as the boys walked out of the room, locking the door behind them. I started fidgeting with the wires, not caring how much it hurt. Tearing the wires out of my skin, I bit my lip, hard, my eyes tearing up in pain. When the wires were finally out, I tried to move my legs. It seemed like whatever they injected me with was wearing off. So slowly, I pushed my legs to the side, and kept pushing until my feet were touching the floor. I looked around the white painted walls and a window caught my attention, quickly, I squirmed towards it.

Locked. Emily, you're never getting out, I told myself.

I peered outside. A huge meadow. Where am I? The fear was surging so powerfully and so fast inside of me, I couldn't breathe. I tried punching the glass, but I was too weak. And somehow the glass was too strong. "Someone help me! Please," I screamed. No use.

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Judging from the clock hung on the wall, three hours have passed by. It felt like a million years. The door slowly creaked open. A blue eyed boy with brown hair- didn't think I've ever seen him before- walked in, slowly, almost as if he was afraid. "Emily?" he called. I didn't answer, crawling back until my back hit a corner. He walked forward, towards me. Never have I been so scared. "Emily, are you hungry?" As if it had just appeared, I realized there was a plate of food in his hands. A small amount of mashed potatoes, rice and chicken. I stared at the plate, not replying. He took two steps forward, now being only two steps away from me. He leaned forward. Oh god.

Oh god. What is he going to do?!

"No! No! Don't touch me." I pleaded. The small smile on his face faltered. He reached out the hand that was carrying the plate, and just when I thought he was going to touch me. He placed the plate on the night stand behind me.

Looking more angry than he was before, he said "eat. Okay? When I come back I want this plate to be empty. Understood?"

I stared at him.

"Understood?!" He repeated louder.

I nodded. His eyes softened. "Em. Is it okay if I call you that?" I nodded, not wanting to anger him. He smiled, what looked like a genuine smile, "okay, Em. I'm Nash. The boys are going to ask me to bring you out to meet them tomorrow morning. So you to eat and rest. I'll come by later to check on you." He gave me one last look before walking to the door.

"Nash!" I called to him before he could walk out. His head snapped back, and he looked at me expectantly. "I want go home. I'm so scared. At least let me phone my mom and tell her not to worry."

He frowned, but he didn't look angry. "Em, please," was all he said before walking out and locking the door behind him.

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"Emily, wake up. Emily!" I heard someone call, I grunted, but opened my eyes. A young boy sat on the armchair, his hands on my arm, shaking it. His eyes were blue and his hair black. I looked around the room. Yesterday's events flooded my mind and I began to panic. But before I could react, he said, "the door's unlocked, change into these," he placed a shirt and sweat pants on my legs, it looked like they were meant to be worn by a boy. "Please come downstairs in 5 minutes." He stood up.

"Where's Nash?" I asked him before I could think better of it.

Thankfully, he just smiled, "he couldn't wake you up today," he said. "I'm Hayes, his brother." And with that, he walked out, leaving the door open.

I eyed the clothes like they were poisonous, but I picked the faded blue shirt when I remembered I only had five minutes to be downstairs. I took my shirt off cautiously, looking around frantically.