I wake up and dress in simple sweatpants and a t-shirt. I wasn't feeling special nor was I in the mood to dress up. The morning dragged. As I sat for breakfast, my mind swirled. I could only imagine what was in that room.
What if there were papers, images, or even more things from Isabel. I still didn't have a 100% sign that she was alive, but I knew she was at some point, in the hands of Alexander.
I slowly rip a piece of my croissant and stuff it in my mouth. I chew so slowly, it takes me an hour just to finish it and a glass of water.
The afternoon sun blared through my window, and the hours went by undesirably slow. I wanted to call Victor, but at the same time, there was no need to. I needed to speak to someone other than my own reflection.
Even though he was the man who brought me to this world, Alexander didn't give one damn about what I did. He probably wouldn't even notice if I went missing again.
I sat in my room, scribbled a bit on some paper and rolled around. I really hated having to wait until the whole building was silent before being able to do anything spy-like. That was the annoying part.
The night finally rolled around and the moon smiled through my window. It was time. I pulled the curtains shut, and stuffed some pillows under my cover, just in case someone were to come check.
I slip out of the room and slide my feet across the floor making sure that I can't be heard. I walk past Vienna's room. I pause for a moment and hear the bed creak aggressively. I sure as hell knew what was happening in there.
I slipped past into the hall and made sure that there were no guards. I slide across the floor towards the door. I look at the bottom of the door and the room seems lightly lit.
I pluck out the hairpin from my bun, and push it into the keyhole. I twist it around a bit and hear a small click. That was about the easiest thing that happened in the past few weeks.
I gently open the door, praying that it does squeak from the rust. I slowly walk inside and turn to the right. A large mirror. In the mirror I see a small reflection. An afraid and hidden figure. I close the door, but don't shut it all the way, so that it doesn't make a sound. The gentle body is is curled up with her arms tied around her knees, and her hair hung past her shoulders.
I turn back around to face the small doll that sat there. She seemed almost fake, like one of those halloween decorations.
I moved closer.
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To Find Isabel
General Fiction"I have no obligation to take orders from a cheap gangster who kidnapped his enemy's daughter because he's too much of a coward to go face to face." "Watch your mouth," he growls, his grip tightening. "Or what?" I sneered. ••••• In an effort to hold...
