Funny seeing you here- A Carulia Fanfiction

The Dance

Hey, folks. This is the last chapter. I hope you enjoy this! I spent a month on it, haha

TW: This chapter has mentions of kidnapping, mild brain injury, and fear.

Jules

Julia's jaw tasted like blood.

Who knows why that was the first thing that hit her- but before her eyes even opened- maybe why her eyes opened- she realized that her mouth was filled with the coppery, bitter smell of the stuff, with no clear culprit. Her mouth felt dry as a bone.

Julia's eyes opened. They felt sore and dry, like the rest of her body. She hadn't done anything overly demanding before she'd gone to bed...

Julia blinked again. Why was it so dark? She reached for her bedside lamp, but her arm wouldn't move. Confused, she tried again, only to register the sensation of cold metal digging into her wrist.

Julia suddenly realized where she was. Her stomach dropped as she realized something.

She was handcuffed to a chair.

Last night's- afternoon's- events came rushing back to her.

After Carmen had left, someone with brightly dyed hair came up the stairs and kindly asked if she was okay. Looking back now, Julia realized that the person had looked at her with far too much familiarity for a stranger. Being startled out of her stupor, Julia had nodded and gone back inside, bringing the bag, placing it on the table before going inside her room to change into a dark blue jacket, soft white shirt, and jeans.

They'd followed her inside.

Julia's heart skipped a beat.

They'd followed her inside. Sitting in her kitchen, face tilted away fro her, when Julia had come back out of her room. Before she could do anything, even entirely register a face, they'd run forward and stuck something into her arm with pinpoint precision.

Dizziness came fast, sudden, and overwhelmingly so. She'd collapsed before...

Nothing.

Her breaths came faster, her head still fuzzy as she looked around the room again. The air was cold, not enough to hurt, but it chilled her lungs. Her glasses were mercifuly still on, but the left lens was cracked, her glasses sliding a bit off at an awkward angle.

The room was dark, the walls just out of her line of sight, and the room was so dusty she could feel it in her lungs as her chest rose and fell. She sneezed, hard, hearing a soft bless you before the room fell again into complete silence.

Julia jolted up. Someone else was in the room.

"Hello?" She half-whispered, the single word painful against the skin of her dry throat. Something against the wall closest to her shifted but didn't respond.

"Where am I?" She tried, her voice slightly louder.

No response. But from the figure's corner, after a long stretch of thick silence in the air, she heard a voice.

"She's awake." It wasn't directed toward her, as if whoever had spoken was speaking into a phone or radio.
A pause. Julia heard a door open and close.

Julia realized something. Or rather, remembered something.

Dank room.

Handcuffs.

Kidnapping, without a visible struggle.

The victim not remembering much.

This was VILE.