he awoke to darknesses, in a room that was certainly not his own. afraid and alone, the young child's fearful eyes darted about, looking for something he knew, something familiar. this bed, it was too hard. not his. these clothes.. they felt different. itchy. scratching. they weren't hiss. even the subtle hissing of the nearby radiator. young as he was, the child wasn't stupid. he knew his room didn't, and never would have a radiated. and it was at this realization when he opened his mouth to release a cry of pain and longing. "mummy, daddy!" he exclaimed, as unfamiliar scents trickled into his nose. "where are you?"
not expecting a response, the boy shrunk back in his sheets as he heard a door from down the hall creak open. almost openly sobbing by now, the child attempted to use the sheets as a protective shield, burrowing under the flimsy white things in an attempt to hide from whatever monsters were coming for him. when the door creaked open, he shuddered in fear, not wanting to know an answer. which is why he was more than surprised when the mattress squeaked, when a second person sat down upon it. a gentle, comforting hand made it's way across his back, and a clear feminine voice murmured quiet sounds of "sssssh." soothing, murmured words. thinking it to be his mother, the boy threw back his sheets, anticipation on his face. however, the joy within him dwindled to a halt as he stared into the face of a stranger, a thin brunette with an angular face, which was so unlike his mother's honey soft hair and round eyes. reacting, he shrank away from the woman, whimpering like a dog. a frown creased her face as she did so. "ssh baby, you're safe now." she whispered, reaching out to touch the child. baby? he wasn't a baby, not by no means. and certainly not her baby.
"w-who are you?" the child asked, his rattling breaths shaky with fear. the seven year-old wasn't quite sure what to make of the situation. to say the least, it was rather odd. the woman, however, simply brushed off this question as if it was nothing. lift back her head, she laughed; a jolly tinkling sound. surely no one with that sort of laugh could be evil? reaching out once again, the woman gently patted the child's head, pushing back his brown hair, damp with sweat.
"don't you recognize your own mother, sweetie?" she asked, still smiling kindly. "you're a part of my perfect family."
*twenty years later*
you awake in an unfamiliar room, decorated sparsely to accommodate your age group. you're in a rather woozy state, for your head pains you so. heck, you doubted that you would be able to stand in that instance, so wobbly and uncertain you felt. you weren't quite sure what you were doing here, for last you recall, you were at home, in bed. whether it be with roommate or friend, sister or brother. you were .. there. and now you're here. wherever here is.
seconds after you do so, the door creaks open. you flinch at the sharp sound, straining against your bonds as you crane to look up at the newcomer. it's a male, with sandy brown hair and bright eyes. he looks to be in his mid-twenties, perhaps twenty-seven or so. he looks down at you with a smile of absolute adoration, before begins to work on your bonds. "don't worry, you'll meet the rest of the family soon." he told you, in an earnest voice much like a a child anticipating christmas.
the rest of the family.. what?
"this is going to be perfect," he adds on, in a voice that sends chills down your spine. you've been kidnapped.
"don't you recognize your own mother, sweetie?" she asked, still smiling kindly. "you're a part of my perfect family."
*twenty years later*
you awake in an unfamiliar room, decorated sparsely to accommodate your age group. you're in a rather woozy state, for your head pains you so. heck, you doubted that you would be able to stand in that instance, so wobbly and uncertain you felt. you weren't quite sure what you were doing here, for last you recall, you were at home, in bed. whether it be with roommate or friend, sister or brother. you were .. there. and now you're here. wherever here is.
seconds after you do so, the door creaks open. you flinch at the sharp sound, straining against your bonds as you crane to look up at the newcomer. it's a male, with sandy brown hair and bright eyes. he looks to be in his mid-twenties, perhaps twenty-seven or so. he looks down at you with a smile of absolute adoration, before begins to work on your bonds. "don't worry, you'll meet the rest of the family soon." he told you, in an earnest voice much like a a child anticipating christmas.
the rest of the family.. what?
"this is going to be perfect," he adds on, in a voice that sends chills down your spine. you've been kidnapped.
