~FOG30

Okay, so this deviation was giving me a hard time submitting and I'm tired, it's quarter after two in the morning and I want to go to bed. Just please do me a super big favour because you all love me and I haven't posted any art in a long time and read this. Then comment telling me what you think. I'm not really looking for critiquing at the moment, but it is welcomed, all I want right now is opinions. Thanks, much love!


I awoke to the sound of blood pounding in my ears. I groaned softly, feeling like I hadn’t used my vocal chords in weeks. I was freezing cold, and pulled my comforters up around my chin. My blankets felt different today, not like the thick duvets I was used to. I opened my eyes and glanced at the blankets I was covered by, the top one was a thick quilt and beneath that was a gray flannel blanket. These weren’t my blankets. In an instant the memories came flooding back to me; I had been walking to the café to meet Andrew when someone called me into an alley. I thought it had been Leanne, but then… My eyes widened and I made a sudden move to sit up when I noticed that I wasn’t alone in the room. Leaning against the door was a girl, not much older than me I would guess, she had long blonde hair with a bit of a curl at the end and was very pale-skinned. She was watching me with an amused smile on her face.
“Good morning.” She greeted sincerely. I just stared at her for a long moment, fighting between my natural instincts to scream and my social instincts to return the greeting. “We’ve been waiting for you to wake up for hours, did you know that? Boy, can you sleep. I mean, I know that you got hit pretty hard – and I told Paris to be careful, but does he listen to me? No.” She scoffed and then smiled at me again, coming closer to the bed and I instinctively pulled the blankets closer to me in an effort to protect myself. “What? Are you scared of me? I didn’t hit you!” She exclaimed, putting her hands on her hips.
“Where am I?” I asked, trying to sound forceful. “What do you want with me?” The blonde girl laughed.
“What don’t we want with you?” She asked. “I guess you’re pretty confused, huh?” I paused for a moment, then nodded slowly. She sat on the edge of the bed and I moved my legs away as fast as I could, curling myself into a ball near the headboard, still using the blankets as protection. “Relax, I’m not going to hurt you. We need you in the best possible condition.”
“For what?” I asked, my mind filling with all sorts of terrifying ideas.
“I’m not the one to explain all this to you. Listen, I’m going to go get Lennox, he’s my older brother, promise not to leave or scream or anything? People are trying to work.” She half-smiled at me, then got up to go to the door. “Oh, by the way,” She added turning around, her hand on the doorknob. “My name is Lia.” Then she left, closing the door behind her. I didn’t hear a lock click, so she must have trusted me enough. Unless there were guards outside the door. Cautiously I got up and went over to the door, opening it slowly. I peeked out to one side, and didn’t see anyone, so I opened it a bit wider and checked the other. No one. The hallway outside my door was completely empty. So, either there were guards ready to catch me if I tried leaving the building, or there were security cameras watching my every move. Or maybe my captors were just really stupid. I stepped tentatively into the hallway, I waited for a moment and when no alarms went off I ventured a little further.
“Going somewhere?” I bit back a yelp at the startling sound of another voice in the hall and I whirled around to see a young man exiting one of the other doors in the long hallway. “I see you woke up. Lia was all concerned that I’d knocked you into a coma.” He shook his head, ruffling his dark red-gold hair. He was just as pale as Lia had been, and was wearing dark clothes with no shoes.
“You’re… Paris?” I questioned, remembering that Lia had told me Paris had been the one who knocked me out. He nodded.
“And you’re Jane Harrison. We’ve been waiting for you for a long time.” He replied.