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When Alex and her best friend were kidnapped it seemed like the end, but she got out. And her friend, well she had to forget now. Move on, and forget the nightmare she lived through. But, she came back different, and now she has find her own way - to find out who and more importantly what she is. View table of contents...


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Submitted:Aug 18, 2014    Reads: 63    Comments: 6    Likes: 3   

"What's happened here, ma'am?" the sudden, rumbling dark voice is a shock to my senses. Deep, unforgettable and directed to me. The icy air is hugging my tense body as I take sharp, shallow breathes. The man towers over me like a monumental mountain, unmovable - unstoppable. "Alexandra, are you alright?" there it is again, a voice that continues to wage a war on my unstable mind. Simple enough question, just answer.

I try but my words fail me. Instead my surroundings have moulded into a dark mess. All I see is her, cowering in an obscure corner. A dying light shows her face.

"ALEXANDRA, PLEASE! RUN, GET HELP! ALEX DO SOMETHING!" she pleads through violent sobs, the memories scream at me. But I can't remember it all, just the terroristic fragments my brain allows to slip through the tiny cracks every now and again.

And then a voice, tugs me back to reality. "I think she is having a panic attack, Detective", the woman who had frantically called the police tries to fill in for my lack of presence. But it's not the police that came. No not the police, he came, and now there he was attentively staring down at me. Just get up and run. They can't physically stop me, I did nothing wrong. I start to stand but I rise to meet his eyes, I find myself faltering. Not now, I can't run now.

"How can we help? What do you want us to do?" an unusual tone of concern fills his voice. I take a reassuring deep breathe and compose myself. I look up and take in my fading surroundings, It's okay I'm not there with her, no not there but in a tiny, mouldy-smelling clothing store I wandered into.

"No, I'm fine" Fine, Oh yeah that's a great way to describe the overwhelming feeling of mental unstableness I'm feeling right now. "Alexandra I think it would be best if we went home now", What? But my first outing in three months was going so well.

"Yes, I think that would be best" I respond in monotone while blankly staring at an unravelling seem on his otherwise flawless black suit. I slowly stray towards the exit as the detectives, or suits as I like to call them, start to converse in hushed tones I can't fathom into words.


"Alexandra, there's a visitor at the door", a distant and unrecognisable voice calls into my room.

Hmmm who could that be, my school 'friends' haven't spoken to me since I've been in captivity so I doubt it's one of them. I try to make a list in my mind as I stumble down the obnoxiously grand staircase, but I can't even manage one name. I hesitantly open the door to find a lean, tall boy leaning on the door frame, too close to my face. I feel his warm, minty breathe on my nose as stumble slightly backwards.

"I'm Slater, I just moved in across the road, your Mum said she needed help moving some furniture earlier, and that I should come back later", he abruptly announces. He looks like an excerpt from a clothing catalogue from the 90's. He models dark jeans, and a simple white loose singlet, my eyes fall onto his tan defined arms and my stomach does a kind of unexpected flip. His dark brown hair falls to his strong jaw line, and is met by a scruffy, mediocre attempt of beard. He takes no notice of my curious stare as he ties his hair back into a tiny ponytail, with a slight stern look about his face.

He then starts clicking in my face "Are you all there? Can you just tell her I'm here", I'm cut off from my daydream, and snap back to the world of the living.

"She's not home", I say quietly, I'm staring at the ground, actually hoping for one of the suits to interrupt.

"Do you know when she'll be back?" the annoyance is seeping through his words, he tediously taps his finger against the door frame getting ever-so quicker by the second.

"No", I firmly reply. I start to slam the door closed, believing this rather depressing social interaction is over when he walks in.

"Well, is it okay if I stay here until she gets back then?". I'm astounded by his shear lack of perception, I thought I was sending clear signals I didn't want to talk to him anymore, but apparently he thinks I was inviting him in.

"Whatever, just leave me alone", I then begin to ascend the opulent marble staircase while the suits close in on Slater.


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