When They Find Me.

Part 6

"What reason would that be?", I challenged.

"You may not know this,your father did very dangerous work with people who worked against us. It would've seemed like any other boring government job to you and your mother. In reality though he was assigning out hit men for people who needed to be dealt with in that kind of way", Dimitri explained. This speech was clearly planned.

My eyes widened. That couldn't be true. My mother and me use to visit him more often then you'd think. There was even a daycare too I remember.
"You're lying!", I cried. "What do you want from me?".

"Now now hun,I don't want anything from you ,but your cooperation", Dimitri fiddled with his stubble deviously. "If this all works out no one will get hurt,we will need your compliance however.",

"You will get nothing from me!", I growled.

"Very well,we can't force anything on you, Terry,Brutus; take her away to the dorms", Mr. Engel dismissed me like I was nothing. "No food or water for 3 days".

I held a steady glare with him as the men he summoned ushered me out of the room.

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And that's where I ended up,back in the dorm I started in, alone. It was 3:07pm now and I had already tried to pry the window open,however a 17 story drop didn't seem enticingly,not even now. Someone would find me soon.

I was already bored of looking through the books. The cabinet I was squating in front of was dispopointing  to say the least. A clusters of paper got my attention that was squeezed on the top of the isle of books. It was a magazine. Now that's something I haven't seen yet.

So I pulled it out and flipped through it and was udderly confused at the desgins. I hadn't seen anything leading up to this kind of news. Where was the attack on the cathedral? As much as I flipped through it was to no avail. It was no where to be found. Had the people just not cared? Alot of citizens had to have died.

The sick realization hit me as I checked the date of publication. It was no longer the start of August ,but instead the end of September. I had been here for a month and a half.

I looked around frantically untill I saw what I was looking for. A waist bin. I crawled over to it and vomited for the next 10 minutes.

After I was sure I had nothing left in me I flopped onto my side and curled into a fetal position. I cried. By now no one would be looking for me. Very few anyway. I was done for.

How had no one found me? I knew where I was just by looking out the window. We were still in Vaticon. But in a part of town I wasn't horribly familiar with,but had definitely visited once or twice. I took a path through here in order to get to shcool. That only lasted a few days though. My mother had a major set back and I had to take online school instead. Which was quite a long a tedious transition.

The next day is when hunger began to set in. My stomach rumbled in anger at the lack of nutrition. It was the thirst that became angonizing though. I began to wonder if I could even last 3 days.

Two days later I began to aspire into something quiet and unmoving. At this point I wasn't hungry. My only thought was water.

Floor creaking in the distance got my attention. No one had been up to check on me in the last few days.

As it got closer I felt a surge of panic rising. I looked to the window and wondered if it was worth it ,but shook my head in distaste. I wanted to survive this. It didn't change my feelings about the approaching person.

My door cracked open slowly.

"Who's there?", I whispered tentatively.

I got no response. A pale hand made its way through a crack in the door. The hand held something that caught my interest. A plastic bottle of water.

Ignoring my mind screaming to turn back I chose to listen to my parched throat.

Once I was at the crack of the door I slowly reached for the bottle.  I was unable to see it's holder. The hand tensed slightly as I grabbed it. I peered through the cracked door slowly.

Facing back at me was a boy in in mid 20's with dusty brown hair, thinley rimmed glasses, and a cleanly managed five o'clock shadow.

When he met my eyes he frowned and imediatley shut the door. I blinked in surprise and fell back on my rear.

I didn't have time to think about what exactly he saw in me that cuased him to grimance, the water bottle that was still in my hand was tantalizing.

Without thought I ripped the cap off and indulged myself in the sweet refreshing liquid. Even once I had finished the bottle my throat still stung and cried for more.

I sat there motionless for a few minutes before standing. I twisted the door handle in front of me and was pleasantly surprised to find that it turned with ease. Had that guy done it on purpose? Or was it a rookie mistake?