Shit I must have dozed off,but I'm wakened by the ever growing grumbling of my stomach,I'm starving I don't think I actually ate any dinner before going to the bar? And something smells amazing, my eyes come to focus but how the hell did? I don't know how i,I can't understand how someone has been able to get in put food in the oddly familiar makeshift kitchen and leave without me even sturring, am I being gassed or something? The thought is a little unsettling not as much as it should be though! Oh well best just push it to the back of my mind,that's I deal with all my problems it seems to working well so far,oh the irony.
Without even a second of hesitation not even a slight glimmer of shit Soph don't eat this it could be poison, I dive straight in, care free and I want to say happy how ever fucked up that sounds. what's unusual is that its one of my favourite foods, who would know that I love a sandwich with cheese and jam of all things, I know most people think it's disgusting but iv always liked it ever since I can remember, which to be honest isnt much I always seem to have some sort brain fog, clouding different parts of my life.
Once I'm full I take time to reflect in the solice not once panicking at how long I'm going to be down here. Being alone has never bothered me, I realish in my own company, no company means no disappointed or hurt (been there done that)faking relationships with people you don't trust, I like me and I trust me so why would I need anyone else, I could quite happily stay here, I mean no-one is going to be looking anyway let's be real.
There's noone left, with dad gone years ago and mum well she passed away last year, I keep telling myself at least she's not suffering anymore and well I guess that's when I started to pull away from everything.
I can't help but go back to that fact that I'm not scared, I still haven't seen any sign of who brought me here,I'm still not sure why, but why the hell do I feel safe and there is something niggling me like the brain fog has clouded over a part of my brain and my will is fighting to break it free, am I going insane or have I been here before? The thoughts make my head hurt.
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Seeking Sophie
Storie breviSophie 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)
