malicious.
Jamie fell limply to the bed, arms too
shaky to hold herself up. The door slammed behind the tall bald man
as he left, the jarring sound making her tremble even
more.
A cloud seemed to have lifted from her
mind. Disoriented and confused, she struggled to push away the
thick presence within her mind. The bed was soft, puffy, under her
hands. She grasped the edge, dragging herself fully into it with
shuddering arms.
Jamie curled into a ball. Sniffled.
Hiccupped. Then burst into tears as helplessness overwhelmed her.
What had they done? She was as weak as a kitten, the smallest
exertion of strength making her tremble from the effort. The fog
was lifting more rapidly, her mind comprehending more, but it
didn’t help that everything was blurry.
She sobbed, hands curling into fists
over the thick duvet as she looked over the room they were keeping
her in. It was pleasant in itself, but with the windows barred it
seemed like a prison more than anything. A chilling breeze wafted
into the room, sliding down her spine. Jamie attempted to reach for
a pillow, something, anything to give her warmth.
It was too heavy.
She cried out in helpless frustration,
eyes closing against another round of tears.
The room around her was immaculate,
elegant, completely the opposite of what she could remember of the
outside of the house. A royal blue carpet met with creamy walls,
the duvet an intricate design of the same colors. A large vanity
was on the other side of the bed, a plush chair placed regally in
front of it. Staring at the large pieces of furniture around her,
she felt like she had been brought back in time, Victorian era or
something close to it.
She suffered a chill as another gust
of wind blew over her. Shivering, Jamie rose to her feet
unsteadily. She was momentarily glad she had dressed for comfort.
As a daring thought occurred to her, she knew that scaling the side
of the building would be so much harder in slacks.
Her feet were bare, only a thick pair
of Jordan socks that would serve for grip. Panic was forcing her to
do this, making her think irrational things. But the more she
thought about it, the more she realized that the situation was
irrational and closed her eyes, using the hair band around her
wrist to tie her hair behind her head.
Jamie forced the fog completely out of
her mind, pure desperation the only way that she accomplished the
feat. She looked at the long curtains, billowing in the wind. The
soft rasp, the howling of the wind, the possibility of freedom;
Jamie shuddered, wrapping her arms around herself.
Her mother had often taken her rock
climbing, skiing, running, hiking. It had been an accomplishing
past time, had never left her bored. One thing that her mother had
prided herself was keeping them both fit and healthy. Being active
with her daughter had been the only way that they had gotten an
ounce of peace from her father. The fighting, the arguing... Jamie
averted her eyes from the window.
When Chris had come along, she had
thought it would be over.
She made a small sound in the back of
her throat, shaking her head at her stupidity.
Jamie made her way to the window,
unsure. The bars were thick, but so was the spacing between them.
Feeling her gut rise to her throat, bile rose in her throat at her
lack of strength and what she had to do to get free. Fear pumped
through her, but with the knowledge that she had a chance, Jamie
began to ready herself.
The bars were about a third of a foot
apart. Rusted iron, clearly old and rough from weather, they were
an inch thick. She bit her lip, peering out of the window in
estimation. The harsh wind slapped her in the face, tendrils of
hair that had fallen out of the pony tail whipping at her reddening
cheeks.
Jamie paled when she looked down.
Climbing a mountain had been easy, fun, enjoyable to both her and
her mother. They hadn’t been afraid that they could fall, because
there had always been some type of slope. But now, as she
Jamie fell limply to the bed, arms too
shaky to hold herself up. The door slammed behind the tall bald man
as he left, the jarring sound making her tremble even
more.
A cloud seemed to have lifted from her
mind. Disoriented and confused, she struggled to push away the
thick presence within her mind. The bed was soft, puffy, under her
hands. She grasped the edge, dragging herself fully into it with
shuddering arms.
Jamie curled into a ball. Sniffled.
Hiccupped. Then burst into tears as helplessness overwhelmed her.
What had they done? She was as weak as a kitten, the smallest
exertion of strength making her tremble from the effort. The fog
was lifting more rapidly, her mind comprehending more, but it
didn’t help that everything was blurry.
She sobbed, hands curling into fists
over the thick duvet as she looked over the room they were keeping
her in. It was pleasant in itself, but with the windows barred it
seemed like a prison more than anything. A chilling breeze wafted
into the room, sliding down her spine. Jamie attempted to reach for
a pillow, something, anything to give her warmth.
It was too heavy.
She cried out in helpless frustration,
eyes closing against another round of tears.
The room around her was immaculate,
elegant, completely the opposite of what she could remember of the
outside of the house. A royal blue carpet met with creamy walls,
the duvet an intricate design of the same colors. A large vanity
was on the other side of the bed, a plush chair placed regally in
front of it. Staring at the large pieces of furniture around her,
she felt like she had been brought back in time, Victorian era or
something close to it.
She suffered a chill as another gust
of wind blew over her. Shivering, Jamie rose to her feet
unsteadily. She was momentarily glad she had dressed for comfort.
As a daring thought occurred to her, she knew that scaling the side
of the building would be so much harder in slacks.
Her feet were bare, only a thick pair
of Jordan socks that would serve for grip. Panic was forcing her to
do this, making her think irrational things. But the more she
thought about it, the more she realized that the situation was
irrational and closed her eyes, using the hair band around her
wrist to tie her hair behind her head.
Jamie forced the fog completely out of
her mind, pure desperation the only way that she accomplished the
feat. She looked at the long curtains, billowing in the wind. The
soft rasp, the howling of the wind, the possibility of freedom;
Jamie shuddered, wrapping her arms around herself.
Her mother had often taken her rock
climbing, skiing, running, hiking. It had been an accomplishing
past time, had never left her bored. One thing that her mother had
prided herself was keeping them both fit and healthy. Being active
with her daughter had been the only way that they had gotten an
ounce of peace from her father. The fighting, the arguing... Jamie
averted her eyes from the window.
When Chris had come along, she had
thought it would be over.
She made a small sound in the back of
her throat, shaking her head at her stupidity.
Jamie made her way to the window,
unsure. The bars were thick, but so was the spacing between them.
Feeling her gut rise to her throat, bile rose in her throat at her
lack of strength and what she had to do to get free. Fear pumped
through her, but with the knowledge that she had a chance, Jamie
began to ready herself.
The bars were about a third of a foot
apart. Rusted iron, clearly old and rough from weather, they were
an inch thick. She bit her lip, peering out of the window in
estimation. The harsh wind slapped her in the face, tendrils of
hair that had fallen out of the pony tail whipping at her reddening
cheeks.
Jamie paled when she looked down.
Climbing a mountain had been easy, fun, enjoyable to both her and
her mother. They hadn’t been afraid that they could fall, because
there had always been some type of slope. But now, as she
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