Scarlett

I awaken from what felt like an eternity long slumber, I could feel my eyes dropping from the abrupt swelling, my body ached in absurd ways and I glance at the comfortable room I'd been placed in.

Alongside the crisp white cover, upset by my rest, lay a black backpack. I fumble my tangled body out of the inviting cover and grab the bag, opening it.

Inside the bag, rests perfectly ironed clothing, I pull out the items and scoff realising the over enormous size, but then take a look at my very own filthy attire and give in to the humongous gesture.

A heavenly whiff catches my attention and I divert my gaze to the dresser, on it lay a white square box, ''Pizza?!'' I mutter excitedly while crawling desperately to the box. My stomach ached and growled from no food, I opened the box and gulped down as many slices as I could.

Momentarily, a knock on the door interupts my pleasurable moment, it creaks open slowly, revealing the talkative kidnapper, he was quite smaller than the silent one, ''Bathroom's over there'' he points instructing at the opposite end of the room, ''I'm glad to see you enjoying the pizza'' he smirks while looking at the already half empty box on my lap. He exits the room and locks it from the outside.

I wipe my completely messed mouth feeling slightly embarrassed and take the bag, unable to grasp my appearance anymore. I push the cupboard open revealing a tiny bathroom in the end suite, the water tickled and soothed my sore limbs and calmed me to an extent beyond belief.

I rub my eyes vigorously as the water pounded against my face, what was I doing? Why were they treating me this way? Could they have other plans in store for me?

I contemplated till my fingers wrinkled up, no matter how hard I tried, I just couldn't convince myself to perceive reality. With my thoughts bearing fruitless and a few curses to destiny's plan, I finally shut the water and step out of the steaming shower.

I curse one more time at the overgrown clothing, but desultory throw it on in defeat. I starred at my reflection in the mirror, utterly disturbed, the girl looking back at me, suddenly didn't seem as me.

Her hair hung in a careless way, curled in many directions, her eyes were double the size they normally were, the light brown pupils she had seemed to have lost their glistening spark they carried, her lips were crackled and her skin pale to the core. The girl once so hopeful, who would never have given up, decided to lose faith. All she ever wanted to ease her sorrow filled life, was true love, love that she had lost and she couldn't help but blame herself entirely.

Tears begin rolling once again, forcing life into my numb cheeks, the door is unlocked and pushed open, revealing the silent muscular man.

Still remaining hidden by his attire, he closes the door behind him and takes a seat next to me, he sat in silence yet again, my body shrieked from fear though I didn't flinch away from him.

Instead I looked deeper into my reflection, ''Why are you keeping me here?'' I whisper painfully tortured. He doesn't speak, instead he shrugs and continues in silence.

Tears tainted my face as I look up at him, ''Pl-please let me go'' I speak breathlessly, he moves uncomfortably in his seat hearing my sobs and then pulls the drawer of the dresser open, he shuffled and scrambled till finally, he picks out a black marker and presses it down on the mirror, forming a question mark.

I turn toward him and hold back a lake of tears, ''They're waiting for me, I don't want to be here, I hate it here, I just want to go home!'' I shout angrily at him and then instantly burst into pools of tears.

He moves his head as if disturbed and slowly places his hand on my shoulder, squeezing it lightly, I felt his heavy body move off the seat and his thumping footsteps nearing the door.

But then suddenly, he turns back and I watch him carefully as he makes his way yet again to me, he focuses on the mirror intending to write yet again, this time he drew two dots aligned and beneath it a crescent laying down. I look at the smile resting on the mirror he'd drawn as he leaves the room.

My heart raced violently at his action, did he love me?