What's going on...?

My head throbs as I try to sit up. Somethings holding me down though.

I look up and realize my wrists have been tied to the the top of a bed, that apparently I had been laid on. I look around, and see blanket over part of the wall.

So I guess I'm back here.

I think back to what happened, and realized that Father is making me do this on my own. Which means I need to get out of here.

I slide upward, so I'm sitting with my hands behind. At least now I can kick if anyone gets too close. But as for these ropes... I need to get out.

For all I know, days could have passed. Weeks. Months, but I doubt that much time was gone.

Before anyone can come in here, I need to escape. Not an option. Can't keep wasting time like this.

I twist my neck quickly to get my brown hair out of my face, and lean forward a bit to test the bonds. They seem to know what there doing, but so do I.

I focus on the darkness in the room, and suddenly- with the light still on and working, might I add- everything grew pitch black. Luckily for me, I could still see fine. I spread my palm out the best I can and a small orb forms. Even if I can't see it, I know it's like the others. A deep purple, with lilac mists braiding around it. Only I or people whom I trusted could wield them, otherwise it would simply fall through their hands, leaving antagonizing pain that slowly spreads through the body.

Which, for the record, happens when I hit people with them.

I touch it lightly to the ropes and like that, one of my hands are free. I take it in my other hand and do the same thing. After pulling my hands back in front of me it melts into my palm. Now for step two.

Wait a sec... It's only step two, but I just heard at least three coming for the door.

The same door thats' knob was turning.