I awoke to a sunny evening, I slept well, and I woke up refreshed..

I see that Elaine is already awake. She is in a dark blue nightgown. She's so pretty for her age.

"Good morninggg!" Exclaimed Elaine. She's in a really good mood today.

"Good morning," I said groggily.

I smell coffee, bacon, and eggs. I take in the smell of freshly cooked food. My stomach grumbles loudly.

"Come, let's eat!" She smiles at me sweetly. She's way too happy this morning...

We sit down. The table is already set, and I'm starved.

"So, how did you come here?"

I look at her intently, I need to be honest in order to get the information I need.

"I don't know, honestly, I was running away from these strange people. There was a cave, a red door that was locked. I screamed out for help and only until I said my name did the door open. I'm not really good at explaining..."

She listens to me, begging me to continue.

"Back home, there's these... Strange creatures. They only live in darkness, or so I thought. They got my parents and I have to get them back. I can't leave them there. I have to go back. I don't know what to do," I say as I bite into a piece of bacon.

She nods.

"There isn't any bizarre door here is there?"

She shakes her head. "I'm going to come back, I just need to make a phone call, give me five minutes."

She gets up swiftly and goes into her room.

I finish the plate and start chugging the steaming cup of coffee.

She comes back earlier than expected.

"Alright so that's settled, I'll get you more coffee." She grabs my cup and goes to the corner of the kitchen.

I start feeling woozy.

The room is slightly spinning.

"Who are you and what do you want? I should've known not to trust strangers to take advantage of my current vulnerable state." I say emotionless.

She stares at me shocked. Her mouth agape. Her shock is turned into anger.

"You think so? I know exactly who you are. Your parents are Adira and Brian Eastwood."

She comes near me and presses a button under her counter.

Suddenly, I am strapped to the chair.

"Fuck." I mumble.

"I know that there's only so much you can handle, but I just wanted to have some fun you know. Not get you down so easily." She smirks.

"Then what's the point of being automatically strapped to the chair from a button. You're still a coward. What you're doing doesn't change that" I raise an eyebrow at her stupidity. "Why don't you unstrap me so it can be fair and see how courageous you really are eh?"

She sighs from frustration.

Was she somehow involved with my parents? How does she know them?

"Ohhh I see! You wanna play?" She presses a different button under the counter that unstrapped me to the chair.

"You're fucking delirious."

My weapons will always stay on me, unconscious or not. I am always prepared.

I take out my knife.

"You're not playing fair!" She exclaims.

"I never play fair when it comes to my parents Elaine."

I walk towards her, one step at a time until her back is against the wall.

I swiftly put my knife on her throat. 

My heart is racing.

"Nothing scares me anymore you see, since I saw my mom kill those soldiers, I knew not to trust anyone other than who I already know."

"The question here is, are you ready to kill for them?" She stutters. She's already shaking.

"No, no one is ever truly ready to kill anyone, but when it comes to survival, you absolutely have no choice."

I press the knife harder against her throat. "How do you know my parents?"

"I don't, but my boss does."

"Hmm..."

She hits her knee against my stomach with so much speed and force, I gasp for air.

Out of the corner of my eye, I see that she runs to the other side of the kitchen and presses a button.

"Fucking coward."

"I am NOT a coward."

The door slams open.

There are four soldiers, but one was shouting "FUCKING IDIOT, ELAINE, I TOLD YOU TO JUST PUT HER TO FREAKING SLEEP." A young man, in his 20s. Jet black hair, bright green eyes, and wearing soldier attire. Handsome. No.

I pull out my gun and stare at him. Elaine and the unnamed man look alike. I wonder if they are related.

"SHUT UP, DON'T MOVE OR I WILL SHOOT" I shouted pointing my gun directly at the man with the incredibly green eyes.

"Are you two related?" I curiously ask.

The unnamed man laughs hysterically in a deep tone.

"That's what you ask?" He says as he continues laughing.

"Never said I was smart"

"Yes, we're related" He finally calms down.

"Are you the boss?" I asked sternly.

He looks me up and down. "No."

A door behind me is abruptly opened. Four soldiers enter the room and grab me by the arms and the gun falls on the floor.

"GET OFF OF ME, NO!" I shout, struggling to get out of their arms.

I am outnumbered. 

I manage to kick one of them in the crotch and I hear him grumble in pain.

I feel a needle being inserted in my arm.

"We're not here to kill you" Is the last I heard.

I think it was the handsome man from earlier.

This tranquilizer is different. Strong.

The entire room is spinning and I lose my footing.

I'm down.

I wake up, strapped to a bed. Not in the way I would like to be. I chuckle to myself.

I should be proud; they think of me as dangerous.

Another thought comes to mind; they just don't want any annoyances happening. I'm just a mere human, trained somewhat like a soldier. Yet I got taken.

I'm so stupid.

I look around and notice I'm in a modern hotel looking sort of room.

This bed is quite comfortable, but I need to pee.

Oh hell no, I am not peeing myself.

"Helloo?" I shout.

"Anyone there? I need to fucking pee and I don't think you want me to pee the fucking bed."

Unless they do not care...

The door opens slightly, "Can't you just hold it in for a few more minutes, I'll be back in ten."

I recognize that voice, it's Elaine's brother. Hot brother. God damn.

I shake my head at my unwelcomed thoughts.

"What's your name?"

There was silence for a few moments.

"Atticus."

The door closes.

Moments pass and I still need to pee.

I'm tightly strapped and I can't move at all. No escape whatsoever.

Damn, they're good.

"I still need to fucking peee..." I shout.

The door opens fully and Atticus comes in.

He starts unstrapping me with a gun in his other hand.

"If you don't want to kill me then why is there a gun to my head?"

"So you don't misbehave."

"Hmm..."

"Go already, there's no way to escape and no makeshift weapons to be made there so don't even try."

"For fuck's sake" I mumble underneath my breath.

"What did you just say?" He grabs my chin in a gentle yet forceful way to look at him.

"Nothing." I said in a whisper

I look at him closely.

His unruly black hair is gorgeous, and his green eyes are staring at me intensely.

I let myself out of this odd trance and he finally takes his hand off my chin.

I go to the bathroom and when I come back he still has the gun up.

"Why am I here exactly?"

He slowly puts the gun away.

"You're not from here and we don't like that. We don't want to kill you we just want to live in peace."

I laugh, the first time I've laughed in years.

"you know I'm not an alien, right?"

He chuckles. "I know but you never know that"

He seems sad about something but I can't exactly guess why.

"Its supper time, you were out for a while, sorry about the way we had to put you down."

I shrug.

"What we used was a horse sedative, we don't even know how you're alive to be quite honest, a horse tranquilizer is so strong that it kills humans, anything you want to tell us?"

My eyes widened, the memory of getting scratched by the darkness and the wound turning white flickered through my eyes.

"I have no idea, must be luck" I don't look at him.

"Hmm..."

My breath hitches out of stress and I hope he doesn't notice that I'm sweating profusely.

"Well since we know you mean no harm and that there is no way to escape, you're free here but only here and then later you will be brought into civilization"

"No. I have to go back. My parents are dead but there are people out there that needs to be saved. I cannot just let them die there. I cannot."

A tear falls from my right eye.

"Adaya, there's no way back."

"There must be a way back, there must be, it cannot just have been a one-way in, maybe, maybe my parents are still alive and the darkness lied to me."

He sighs. "I'll let you get settled, there are clothes in your dresser, get dressed and come eat supper."

"I'm not hungry."

"It's obligatory."

"I'd prefer to die of hunger than stay here doing nothing about the innocent people dying back home every second."

"You're going to eat, go to bed and that's it." He says with a stern voice.

"No."

"Fine then." He grabs me and puts me over his shoulder.

"Let me go!" I squirm in his grasp.

"You're not light at all." He groans.

"It's called muscle, you can put me down now, I'll eat."

"You're not planning anything right?"

"No."

He puts me down and I run through the halls.

Suddenly the theme of hotel turns into a theme of hospital. Every room I pass by is like an operating room for dead people. 

Creepy.

I see him far behind me trying to catch up.

He's got pretty bad cardio for a soldier.

Suddenly regular doors turn into window doors.

I halt to a stop.

What the fuck am I looking at.

What the hell are they doing to them.

My people.

Then suddenly, I see people dressed as surgeons drilling holes in my grandmother's head.

I do not see any heart rate monitor, nothing of the sort.

She is as pale as a white paper sheet.

My grandmother is dead.

She's dead.

And they're drilling into her head.

I run in with murderous thoughts.

I take a knife on the table and stab the chest of the man who drilled into her head.

"YOU, YOU FUCKING ASSHOLE-" I shout at the top of my lungs.

Atticus cusses under his breath, takes my knife away so fast I could not see it through my tears.

I fall on the ground shaking and sobbing at the same time.

I barely feel him picking me up.

She's fucking dead.

Alma is dead.

"She's, she's-"

"I know"

He hugs me when we reach to my room.

"Thank you but I have questions"

He nods and hands me a piece of paper whilst in the hug.

"Read it in the bathroom"

I wipe off my tears, "Okay".

I walk to the bathroom and read the note;

We're in a psychiatric hospital that takes in people from your home. We say that we're helping them but, we're killing your people so that our people don't know what's going on. They think it's the safest option but what do we do once the darkness crosses over to here? It's going to be the same fate for us all if we don't know anything about the darkness.

I've only been working here for a few months and it's a contract that I can't get away from. I can't do anything, but I want to help although there is nothing we can do. I'm so sorry, but I will help you escape. I've been able to rescue a few and I'll be able to tell you the location soon. I don't stay in contact with them but they leave notes sometimes near my balcony.

I'm going to be able to help you. Don't tell anyone anything at all. Act like you're trapped here and you'll do fine.

PS. Disintegrate this letter, please.

-A