I have been in this room for a while. Fifteen meals ago, a maid came in with a tray full of food and called it "my dinner". Apparently, it was the dinner that my "master" ordered to be made for me. fifteen meals ago was when I was attacked by that man and when that maid came in to give me my first meal, she unchained me from my bed, and said that "Master Xavier" doesn't permit me to leave "my" room at any cost.
But of course, once the second cuff was off my wrist, I bolted straight for the door. Unfortunately, I got yanked back two steps after I passed the door frame. After being thrown back rather gently into "my" room, I managed to look up, only to find two buffy looking men in suits and what seemed to be a gun holstered, standing outside my door. "As I said earlier, young master. Master Xavier does not permit you to leave your room. My name is Annie, and I will be in charge of your meals. Now, if you'll excuse me."
No matter how confident she sounded, the crack at the end of her voice gave away her true emotions. Her fear and nervousness. With a slight bow, she graciously walked out the door.
That was fifteen meals ago.
And for the past fifteen meals, she has kept to her words and has been delivering my meals on time. But out of those fifteen meals, I managed to eat almost five. The other meals were either taken back by Annie, or came back up and out of my mouth, and straight into the toilet bowl. My body is a quivering mess half the day, and the other half its just tired from being a quivering mess, and I end up not being able to move it as much. I'd have regular panic attacks and my claustrophobia tends to kick in sometime during the night. Even though I can't tell the time in here, I don't think I've been getting any more than two hours of sleep a day. And none of them were undisturbed.
My parent's face seems to always invade my dreams. Veronica's image is always there, never seeming to fade out. My anxiety has been eating at me for days. No one is telling me anything. About what's gonna happen to me. About why this is happening to me. The comfortable king-sized bed has barely been touched. I pulled out one sheet from the bed and snatched a pillow, before settling in the farthest corner from the door to the outside. If anyone was planning to do anything to me while I tried to sleep, at least it'll take them a few extra steps than if I were on the bed. This might give me the chance to wake up because of their footsteps or something. Either ways, I'm not taking any chances when it comes to my situation.
I'm constantly on high alert and squashing myself in a corner helps me with my claustrophobia a bit. Sadly, this room has no windows and it's making it harder for me to breath most of the time. I even leave the lights on during the night. Since I can't sleep most of the night, why bother with the lights which will make my anxiety level skyrocket.
Not only am I malnourished, insomniac and scared out of my mind all the time, my shoulder seems to be fractured. I cannot touch it, move it or even sleep on my left side. I didn't bother telling Annie about it. I'm constantly tired though so the pain is always vague.
Other than that, my days being held as a clueless hostage have been peaceful and uneventful. I searched through every nook and cranny of this room for anything I can use to escape with or defend myself with. I even searched through the ensuite. Nothing. Absolutely nothing. The mirror or anything glass related were all unscratchable, let alone breakable. I smashed as many things as possible into them. Looked untouched after. Even the toilet seat was not even bending one inch out of place, as if its hinges were made of diamonds. It's like everything around this room, from the corner of the bed, to the corner of the ceiling, has been "baby proofed".
My body is exhausted form the lack of sleep, and weak from the lack of food. But I can't stomach anything down most of the time. My health has clearly been declining and every day I feel worse and worse. Today my body is heated up and even though I took a semi-cold shower, my face is still flushed. My whole body's sore and my throat is dryer than usual. Annie was probably on her way over to deliver my sixteenth meal, which is dinner. I was sitting in the corner of the room, on my makeshift bed, in a new set of pajamas that I got handed today. Today they were dark blue whilst yesterday they were a forest green color. My head was pounding from the number of tears that I spilt today, and I sniffled. I wanted to be strong, but this whole situation was scary and even though I wasn't bound to the bed anymore, my hands are tied when it comes to the options I have to deal with this situation. All of a sudden, I felt the familiar bile rise up from the pit of my stomach, and miraculously, I managed to stumble into the bathroom, and hurl into the toilet bowl. Tears were filling up my eyes because of the intensity of the liquid gushing out of my mouth, but I held them up there for a little while. I just sat there for a while, dry heaving and clutching my stomach. And for the nth time today, I broke down crying. Thoughts of my family weaved their way through my mind, which pressured my tears to pour out even more.
