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After Andi was thrown about the sharp and jagged rocks, she eventually lost her consciousness during the period that she was being thrown about.
When she woke up, she had no idea what time it was, what day it was, or where she was. She sat up in a very uncomfortable bed, as it felt like it was made out of unforgiving material. She reached for her head, but as she was reaching, she felt a sharp pain shoot up her arm, gasping as it felt like thousands of blades going through her.
"What the fuck?"
"Where the hell am I?"
She thought to herself.
Andy observed the dark room where she was being held. It didn't look like a prison cell, but rather a very dusty room that hadn't been touched in decades. She took her time and scanned the room. There wasn't much. There was the bed that she was sitting on that was uncomfortable as hell, gray blankets bunched at the end of the bed, and every move that she took shook the bed very slightly. It was as if the bed were fragile.
She peered over to the other side of the room, which had a wardrobe, but it looked like it was just placed there. It looked newer than most of the things that were inside the bedroom. It wasn't a very uncomfortable bedroom to be in. It was a little stuffy; however, it was a little comfortable, though. She took a little more time scanning the room, but was soon interrupted by the click of the door handle. She wasn't sure what she was going to expect, so she prepared herself for anything.
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When she looked up at the person who was standing at the door, it was a fairly normal person. However, she knew that she would still have to be on guard. She went to talk, but the being shushed her. The short child walking over to her as she backed up on the wobbly bed wasn't the creature that was following her from before. However, this girl was a little different.
“Did Jack bring you in? We aren’t supposed to bring visitors.”
The small child whispered, she looked as fragile as china dishware.
“Jack?” Andi pressed, “Who is ‘Jack’ and who are you?” She started to get a little louder, but as soon as she got louder, the small child shushed her.
“Sally, my name is Sally!” The young girl said. She looked as if she were only six or seven years old. She looked absolutely fragile, and Andi just looked at her, unaware of what was going to happen. But this little girl didn't seem so harmful despite her random appearance.
Andie scratched her head. She was a little confused, but honestly, it didn't seem so bad. Other than the migraine that she had started to develop, and the pain in her limbs as she moved slightly. She watched as the little girl paced around the room in the long pink nightgown that looked very muddy.
The little girl spoke, "What's your name?"
Andi peered up at her gaze and responded, "My name is Andi."
Sally nodded, still pacing around the room.
“Why are you pacing?” Andi asked.
The little girl shrugged at the simple question.
She sat at a little table in the corner of the room on the far side by the wardrobe that looked brand new.
However, the table that sat right next to it didn't look brand new. Sally sat there, playing with her stuffed animals, and didn't pay any mind that Andy was just a random stranger sitting on a bed that looked like it was made of porcelain. That it was fragile.
She didn't care at all, and quite honestly, Andi thought that she had forgotten that she was even in the room with her. Who is this kid, even? Who would just forget that a young woman is in a room and you don't pay any mind to her, thinking that she wouldn't even be dangerous? That's what Andy had running through her mind. What if she were dangerous, and this little girl just forgot that she was in the room?
Who the hell even is this kid?
Time went by, and eventually, she waved goodbye to the young woman who was sitting in the creaky bed and left without a word. It was a little strange, the confrontation, but she didn't really care.
Honestly, all she wanted to do was go home.
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It felt like years had gone by.
She sat in that bed, her head resting on her knees that were propped up, looking at the bruises starting to form on her legs because of the rough waters that she had experienced. She wasn't cold anymore because that's what she once felt before when she woke up, but all she did was wait, looking at the little holes in her jeans from jagged rocks and looking at the bruises starting to form on her legs.
This was until she heard the door lock click once again. It wasn't the little girl in the muddy, tattered, and worn dress, but it was the man who had been chasing her previously. The one who had gotten her into this entire situation that she shouldn't even have been in if he hadn't been following her!
She didn't want to move, but she moved as far back by the wall on the bed as far as she could to get away from that man.
She couldn't go anywhere else.
She would rather be anywhere else.