(WARNING: Vulgar Language)

I didn't expect Sebastian to seem so mad about being locked in a room, I know this wasn't intended, but it was strange. As if he had never been a victim of something. It made him seem more human then just a serial killer in love. "I don't think he's gonna come back... Or at least not anytime soon..."

"He's probably in the basement or the kitchen. If he is in the basement it's probably to look through my shit. Airis was very strict on what I was and was not allowed to bring. Plus my phone is still in my bag, I intended to leave after meeting you. Then you weren't awake, I would have figured he would have left the door unlocked. For all we know he could have left, fucking jackass." Sebastian hit the door, there was no dent, not even any indication that it was hit. He went over to the chair and laid down, "Fuck this shit, I'm gonna take a nap, I don't care what you do. Don't even fucking try to get close to me."

With that threat hanging in the air, he closed his eyes. I laid back down in the bed, I hadn't realized that the air in the room was so cold. I got up out of the bed, went to the closet to find some other sweatpants, a sweater, and hopefully undergarments. I settled with a pair of navy blue sweats, a light grey sweater, a pair of boy shorts, and a simple sports bra. I took the clothes with me to the bathroom. I stared for at least a minute at the bathroom door, the couch where Sebastian lay was just on the other side. The door didn't have a lock, and there was nothing to put against the door to keep it from opening. I put the clothes on the counter by the sink, grabbed a bottle of shampoo, conditioner, body wash, and even a small brush that rested on a rack. I turned on the water that took a minute to heat up. I let the water run through my hair and down my back. I would have preferred to sit in a hot bath, and let my body soak into the water, but I guess my baths would have to wait. I was in the shower for at least half an hour, I dried my hair the best I could with a towel, and then wrapped my hair with it. I walked out of the bathroom fully dressed, with a white towel on my head. I put the dirty clothes from yesterday in the basket. 

I turned out of the closet to look at Sebastian, he had fallen asleep on the couch, and I could see his body shivering in the cold. I could feel the cold through the carpet on my bare feet. I turned back into the closet to find a blanket or something I could throw on him, and all I managed to find, was a dark blue knitted throw. It didn't look like it would be a good blanket, but I took it with me. I placed the blanket over him, he didn't move, didn't stir. I thought that his threat was empty, I didn't understand what was going on. I went back to the bed, and laid down. It felt like it's been so long since I last slept, and I woke up no less than an hour ago. 

Sleep quickly takes over, it pulls me into it's warmth, as if that is the only place I belong. I am encased in a thick black warmth. Slowly I fall into a dream...

It was a normal day, I was walking outside, no clear destination in mind. Out of no where I hear my name, I turn to nothing. I run, not understanding what is going on. No matter how far I run it seems like I can't move. I hear Jane scream my name, as if she had seen something horrible. There absolutely nothing. Everything has turned black, as if I had fallen into water. Everything I hear is mumbled, and doesn't make sense. All I feel around me is cold, and I feel like I'm suffocating. Then out of no where, I'm plunged into this abandon looking house. I can see grey wooden walls, and my body seems tied to a chair, but there is nothing. The room is empty, and out of no where I hear a scream. 

The scream pulls me out of the terrifying slumber. I practically jump up so fast that my vison blacks as it tries to make sense of my eyes. I look in front of me, Sebastian is somehow being pinned to the ground by Austin. Austin, has a knife in Sebastian's left arm, and Sebastian is on the ground in pain. 

"GET THE FUCK OFF ME JACKASS. ALL I DID WAS FALL ASLEEP IN THE COUCH, WHAT THE BLOODY HELL ARE YOU TRYING TO DO." I hear the anger in his voice, and neither of them have even noticed that I am awake. 

"I heard you guys talking, you plan to take her from me. You ask me if you can take her to a fucking park! Do you think I'm stupid, your lucky the knife didn't go anywhere else." Austin is probably angry by the sounds of that, but he's not yelling. His voice is calm and terrifying. It makes me think of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde, one being ready to kill. I'd never read the book, but I heard stories. The whole scene in front of me made me feel like I was involved in a horror show. 

"AUSTIN, GET IT THROUGH YOUR THICK SKULL, YOU CAN'T FUCKING KEEP HER HERE. YOUR JUST HOLDING HER AGAINST HER WILL. Your no better then Mrs. Amilia when she kidnapped Vincent. Don't you get that? Your taking after the bitch that stole everything from him. It's been 20 years, he was only 12 then, he might be dead. Why would you wanna turned into the rumors of the woman who took your friend?" That caught me off guard, were they talking about Uncle Vincent? I knew from my parents that he was around 10, when his family died and he went missing. She had been working at the hospital around that time, and that he had been found around the age of 15. I was never told many specifics. I just knew from questions I asked. I knew that currently he was around 37, and that we call him uncle to make him feel apart of the family. I called him brother once when I was little and didn't understand, and he ended up crying. I was told later to call him uncle and that he had some type of panic attack...

Why did they know seem to know Uncle Vincent? Just how much of what is going on is all connected. I don't even understand anymore. With that I fell off the side of the bed, completely passing out. My brain running on overdrive. I couldn't feel anything, my body was numb, I couldn't hear anything. It was as if I fell into a pool of water not quite ready to keep me, and no where near ready to let me go. 

If only I could have known all that would have unfolded, and that my only choice to escape was to never leave.