Each day starts the same the ringing of a faint alarm buzzing through the side board into my head,it takes a few seconds to come to, to realise I'm no longer asleep,to realise the day is about to begin,the same damn thing day in day out,just then the sharp twitch of reality creeps in or is it reality, why do I feel so disorientated,I don't remember drinking that much last night,then again I never seem to remember drinking much these days they all blur together its just the hangover reminder like someone continuously tapping my temples over and over with a tiny hammer, but something feels different some what cold even.
It's then I hear the loud crunching sound of what sounds like a door opening, it's then I realise I'm not home, not my home, I'm in his, him who I don't know, him who's face I haven't seen only the low dark undertones of his voice vaguely in my mind, I remember, i remember complaining to anyone and everyone who would listen really, about how my life lacked adventure how I was stuck in the same boring routine, with no passion no nothing to make me happy and prayed something would happen, anything would happen this was my usual drunken venom that everyone knew oh so well, well it looks like a got part of what I wanted this was definitely different, but who was this person and why did they want me? There was nothing seemingly interesting about me just the usual average girl in every average way you know height,looks, weight that whole average package you might say.
I can't say I'm scared which I can absolutely agree is completely insane, part of me is intrigued by the person who has decided to take me and Keep me in what looks like a small man-made underground apartment that looks eerily familiar yet I'm unsure why! it has all the basics, a bathroom, bed, couch and even a TV, anyone who's went to all this trouble to make sure I have what I need can't be that bad right? God I sound insane,maybe I have that stock holmes syndrome or maybe I'm that damaged that this seems like a normal adventure. Think Sophie who would take you and why?? There's that creepy old guy that works at the local garage I always used to catch him staring at all the girls when they pass like he's sizing them up for a meal. The thought makes my skin crawl, could it be him? No I don't think so it seems to elaborate and he doesn't seem all there there if you know what I mean, What's strange is I'm still awaiting the panic to set in and yet it hasn't why do I feel quite safe, surely that's not normal the more I'm looking around the more at home I'm feeling! Ok Sophie think get back on topic who else is there in this god forsaken boring place that would have some sort of, I want to say ambition to "kidnap" someone and keep them in the basement of their home I say that so flippently as I'm not entirely sure that's what's happened yet, always give someone the benefit of the doubt right?? but my word choice seems rather wrong!god I'm fucked up.
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Seeking Sophie
Historia CortaSophie a damaged girl from an ordinary town finds herself in an far from ordinary situation, is she In danger or is everything more than it seems? (It's a working progress I want to share along the way)
