The Autumn wind blows through the tiny window of the attic. How I got here was completely forgotten as to the drugs I was given. My clothes were dirty like I was dragged through cow manure. My breath smelled like morning breathe. I'm in a house I don't know. I'm being chased by a guy I don't know. And I'm still running on nothing but adrenaline. I'm scared. And I'm running like a mouse.

I felt a hand on my shoulder. I can't breathe. I gulp. And wait, willing myself not to look

"I gotcha." I can hear the smile in his voice. It send me into a cold sweat.

"Y-yep, you got me," I say, my body starts shaking in fear as he starts to tug me toward the opening at the end of the attic.

"You must be hungry. Let's go eat. Over the meal, I'll explain everything."
He smiles sweetly from the sunlight coming from the tiny window, but I feel no empathy from him at all. However, I accept his invitation with a quick nod and let myself get dragged away from the humid attic.

I'm at the end of the cedar polished table. It's smooth and soft feeling, but hard, of course.

My hairs stand on end as I slowly chew the sandwich made for me. His eyes never leave me as I continue to eat.

"So, what about an explanation as to why I'm here.... Sir." I say slowly. He's around my age, however, I'd rather not anger him.

"Oh!" He says, as he's knocked out of his daze.

Now that I can see him. His demeanor is calm. His face smooth and his facial structure is angled, but he has a large scar across his neck, it's turned white. His clothes are casual, despite looking as though he could go out in them and make them 'stylish.'

He smiles devilishly, "I apologize, my name is Erin. And as for explaining, all you have to do is just ask."

I ponder on the last sentence. Ask? What is there to ask but to how and why am I here? When can I go home?

I stop myself. I slowly breath.







*TO BE CONTINUED*