Two weeks earlier...
At first, I can only hear the bumping of tires hitting the asphalt. My vision is completely dark, and my brain can't seem to function properly enough to speak. My recollection of what had occurred in the past few hours seems to slowly be coming back in small snippets at a time. I begin to remember the kiss with Xavier, and coming home, but nothing else. My memory is blank from the moment I had stepped through the front door after it had been jimmied.
I try and turn onto my side, but I can’t seem to move. I feel like I have just been injected with adrenaline -- with my heart pumping as wildly as it is. My breathing is also labored, like I can’t get the oxygen I need.
Where am I?
"Help," I murmur. Sadly, all that actually comes out is a slight moan, as I …show more content…
I can't place who the voice could belong to, even though it seems relatively familiar; like I’ve heard it before.
"Sweetheart, are you awake?"
If I could wrinkle my nose in disgust, I'd be doing it at this moment. Who keeps calling to me, and why did they call me sweetheart?
“Mel?”
Whoever they are, they apparently know my nickname as well, but I guess it’s pretty easy for anyone to take ‘Mel’ out of ‘Melanie’. This means that I probably don’t know them personally, but maybe I had been acquainted with them at some point?
My heart climbs into my throat when I hear the screeching of brakes. Oh God. Are they slowing down? Should I have answered them?
I try to keep my breathing quiet, so that I can continue to fake sleeping. Only, when I hear a car door slam, I take this chance to open up my eyes for a millisecond, to see if I know where I am. That’s when I notice the dark cloth over my eyes, preventing me to see. That’s why it had been so dark earlier on in the drive!
Cold air hits my bare ankles like an electric shock, almost causing me to jump three feet in the air.
“Melanie, it’s time to wake up. We’re
At first, I can only hear the bumping of tires hitting the asphalt. My vision is completely dark, and my brain can't seem to function properly enough to speak. My recollection of what had occurred in the past few hours seems to slowly be coming back in small snippets at a time. I begin to remember the kiss with Xavier, and coming home, but nothing else. My memory is blank from the moment I had stepped through the front door after it had been jimmied.
I try and turn onto my side, but I can’t seem to move. I feel like I have just been injected with adrenaline -- with my heart pumping as wildly as it is. My breathing is also labored, like I can’t get the oxygen I need.
Where am I?
"Help," I murmur. Sadly, all that actually comes out is a slight moan, as I …show more content…
I can't place who the voice could belong to, even though it seems relatively familiar; like I’ve heard it before.
"Sweetheart, are you awake?"
If I could wrinkle my nose in disgust, I'd be doing it at this moment. Who keeps calling to me, and why did they call me sweetheart?
“Mel?”
Whoever they are, they apparently know my nickname as well, but I guess it’s pretty easy for anyone to take ‘Mel’ out of ‘Melanie’. This means that I probably don’t know them personally, but maybe I had been acquainted with them at some point?
My heart climbs into my throat when I hear the screeching of brakes. Oh God. Are they slowing down? Should I have answered them?
I try to keep my breathing quiet, so that I can continue to fake sleeping. Only, when I hear a car door slam, I take this chance to open up my eyes for a millisecond, to see if I know where I am. That’s when I notice the dark cloth over my eyes, preventing me to see. That’s why it had been so dark earlier on in the drive!
Cold air hits my bare ankles like an electric shock, almost causing me to jump three feet in the air.
“Melanie, it’s time to wake up. We’re