Letting Isabelle Go

Hostage

2

Who's that shadow
holding me hostage?
I've been here for days
Who's this whisper
telling me that I'm
never gonna get away?
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When I woke up, light from the sun peaked through a window warming my face. The sheets around my body clung tightly. I slowly sat up in a strange bedroom. No longer was I on the familiar streets of Pennsylvania, but now sitting up in a stranger's bed. The room looked normal but I knew that there was something wrong. The windows were open and a breeze came through with fresh air filling my lungs.

I slowly got up and went over to the mirror. When I saw my reflection, it almost startled me. I looked almost happy in a strange way, although my heart was beating out of my chest. My brown hair was clinging to my freckled face and sweat collected around my hairline. The door in the corner was opened a crack and I slowly made my way towards it. Light poured out of the cracks underneath the door.

I stepped out into the hallway. There were only a few rooms on the floor and I was at the end of the hallway. There was a staircase a few yards away, so I decided to check downstairs. Each step I took a loud creak echoed through the empty hallway.

My bare feet touched the cold tile of the first floor. There was a door that I assumed I had first entered although I couldn't remember anything. I crept towards the door and my hand met with the cold door knob.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you," a husky voice rang out from behind me.

I whipped my head backwards to face the owner of the speaker. A boy, not much older than me was leaning against the staircase with his hands over his chest. His icy blue eyes pierced my gray ones. He wore torn jeans and a white t-shirt and was growing a little stubble. His blonde hair was disheveled and he looked tired. My heart raced in my chest and I was unable to look away, fearing that if our eyes became unlocked something would happen.

I swallowed hard and let my hand fall to my side. My lips quivered out a response. "How come?"

The boy descended the stairs, coming to a halt at the last step. "We're in the middle of nowhere. Our location isn't even on a map so no one could possibly find us."

My eyes stung from helplessness. "How far away am I from home?"

He ran a hand through his hair, taking a seat on the last step. "I drove for twenty four hours. You're not half way across the country, though. You are closer to your home state than you may think. I was waiting for you to wake up."

My hand went up to cover my mouth in horror. "A day?"

The boy nodded and got up. "There's food if you're hungry."

I shook my head, sliding down to the cold tile floor and hugged my knees. "No."

He shrugged, opening up the refrigerator and took out a carton of milk. He walked over to a cabinet and got out a bowl and cereal. "Suit yourself."

A/N: the picture above is Charlie Hunnam and I imagine him as the boy. The song next to the picture above is Escape by Muse. Don't forget to vote if you enjoyed this chapter! :)