Alissa wakes up in a dark strange place, trapped, she doesn't remember when she got there, how or why. The place isn't quite a place at all, but she's not alone there, and not everything is what it seems.
After letting those trapped feelings out, after getting all of my memories, I stand up. I look out the window once more and it was still really dark, it wasn't dawn yet and now I knew why. With box in hand I walk towards the room where she's in.
Immediately I opend the closet door as if I just knew she was in there. And there she was, eyes opened wide, hiding in the corner of the closet, shivering. But there was something else, she looked shocked, there was something that told me I wasn't the only one with visions. She knew now and so did I.
"You don't know what that is." She pointed at the box in my hand, she seemed more scared of it, than of me.
"I kind of think I do..."
"But you aren't sure, so you shouldn't mess with it." She look so small in that corner, reminded me of that child hiding in the closet from her uncle.
"I been trapped for a long time." I said, but she knew that already.
"We both kind of have, in it's own way." She answered her eyes still on the box. I sigh loudly and stated what we both now knew.
"We are dead aren't we?" She nod. "It was a sad life." I added.
"It wasn't all that bad." I stare at her in disbelief. "Mom and dad were happy. And they tried everything to make us happy. They would have wanted us to be happy."
"But they died." My words were bitter as if it was their fault they died.
"Uncle gave us a warm bed, he screamed and fighted a lot but he never harmed us." I balled my hands into fists.
"Psychological damage it's still damage. He didn't harmed us more, because we didn't give him the chance when we left. Just look at you, you are still hiding in the closet." She hugged herself, as if that was any sort of confort.
"Well, James he... he gave us the hope of first love." My mouth dropped open.
"And a lot of bruises too." I added. "I don't understand how you still try to find the good in it." She ignored what I said and continued.
"What about Jenna the neighbor? She was a good friend, she was nice with us, good neighbor. She helped us get out of there, of that house and gave us the cabin, it was a nice place, cozy." I laugh.
"Who do you think told him where we were?" I have to maintain my composure. She was in denial. "Jenna made it worse, look were we ended. She helped us out, piss him off only to snitch after." I answer and shrugged.
"He probably beat it out of her." She mumbled.
"She could have said she didn't know. She could have denied ever helping us!"
"We could have gone to the police." She said that, but she knew we wouldn't have, the same reason we ran away from our uncle.
"Fear won." I look at the box in my hands.
"Please don't open that box." She pleads as if she could understand what went through my head, we were similar but yet so different.
The shadow man appeared in the corner of the room. "Seems you now know everything Alissa." The other Alissa jumped. Now I could see him well. He looked like he was made from shadow, from smoke, like he was made from darkness.
"Who are you?" She asked surprised. We were supposed to be alone in this limbo after all. He ignored her and turned to me.
"Well, can you answer my riddle? Who are you Alissa? Who is she?"
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