Chapter Eleven

I don't know what happened yesterday. How I got here was obvious but what confused me was the fact that someone undressed me and I slept in a man's T-Shirt. Not just any man it was James T-Shirt. I could smell the hint of mint mixed with a musky smell at the color. I always loved the smell of men's clothing, well I loved the smell of one man's clothing in particular. It still did not explain the situation though.

"finally you're awake." James says as he walks up to me with a glass of water and a pain pill in his hand. He then sits on the edge of the bed or whatever I have been sleeping on and begins rambling things. I wasn't even listening to him at all. Everything around me was silent, I could see James talking but no sound came from his lips. "Are you even listening?" I think he said as he pulls a strand loose from my hair. I used my hands to indicate that I cannot hear him clearly which causes him to laugh in frustration. "seriously I can't deal with a deaf chick now." James says waving his hand around in the air. I might not be able to hear him right now but that did not take away my ability of reading peoples lips.

"You're talking like and idiot!" I scream covering my face for just a few seconds. Why did I have to become deaf now. "Of cause I talk like an idiot? How would you understand me if I didn't?" he asked with a smirk on his face. Seriously when is the insults going to stop. I can handle it but when he does the insulting it hurts ten times more.

I bang my head against the cold wall in result it starts hammering badly and my vision became fuzzy. "See I knew you were stupid." James says while laughing viciously then walks off to who knows where. I still do not know where I am and I won't dare question it also.

Few hours later...,...

"Did you drug her?" a voice whispers in a far distance. I've been falling in and out of sleep for the past few hours and my body seems to be lacking energy. It's not like me to feel this weak. "No we were arguing and then she just passed out on me." Another voice says who I believe to be James. They argued for what seems like days about wether I've been drugged or not and it's kind of funny in some way.

"Yeah right I forgot why would you drug the girl you in love with?" that mysterious voice says. The voice seems to get closer towards me everytime they talk, I hear shuffling around me. Of cause I'm not going to show them that I'm awake because I want to know what the hell is going on.

"For the hundredth time Cyrus I'm not in love with her okay!" James roars in anger causing me to jump up from where I was laying and scoot against the supposed wall. "Cyrus?" I question looking at him closely. when he turns towards me I could see the stunned expression on his face as the life drained from it. What the hell is going on?

"No, No.... James. No!" Cyrus cries hitting James against his shoulder continuously. "She's dead no!" he screams in between his cries pushing and clawing on James at the same time. James grabs ahold of him then shakes him back to reality. "Let go of me man! let go!" Cyrus slams himself against James then runs off in panic.

James walks up to me with a questioning look on his face while the tears stream down my eyes. "Alexis what was that?" he asks me but instead I do not speak I just grabbed ahold of him as if it would be that last time I'll ever see him.

I don't understand why this is happening to me. Cyrus was supposed to be dead but now I know that he isn't and he thought I was dead. All the grieving and aloneness I felt was all for nothing but a lie I've been living for five years. I remember the day of his funeral, I remember the day the police came knocking on my door giving me the news. My brother and parents was crushed under a train which was difficult to believe because what were they doing there in the first place? They never took the train. My father was even afraid to come close to one and now I received news saying he died under a train.

They did not allow me to see the bodies. Apparently they were as flat as a sandwich. Later that day at night before I went to bed I heard a loud noise scrapping across the hardwood floor. It was strange and confusing but curious me had to go and look what it was. When I found where the noise had came from immediately I noticed someone had slipped a letter in from the front door. "What the....?" More curious than anything I knelt down Infront of the door to pick the letter up and read 'get out while you can.' Whoever left this letter for me surly got my attention that day but it didn't stop me from staying either.

I stayed and nothing wrong happened. it had been over two years since the funeral of my brother and parents and I planned to visit them. When I found myself at the cemetery it was foggy and the sky was grey. I know it's a bad idea to be in a cemetery when it looks like some horror movie but I believed that nothing would happen to me.

I layed across the grass with my head on my brother's birth stone crying my heart out, soon my eyes became droopy and heavy I could no longer hold them open so I closed them for a bit and my cries stopped shortly. The place seemed too quiet for me. There was no one around but when I turned to say goodbye to both my parents and brother a figure appeared in the fog. A person with no face walking towards me. I took a step backwards and begin walking faster but the person kept following me which gave me the instinct to run. As I ran I took out my car keys from my handbag, clicked on the button to open the car. The person was still running after me.

Unfortunately I made it to the car, locked the doors and drove off. I did not know who it was. It freaked me out a little. When I got home I took a hot bath and fell right to sleep forgetting about the entire day. The person from the cemetery never showed up and I haven't seen anything suspicious around but one day they finally got to me.

Three guys kidnapped me and now I'm here in the care of James to whom I seem to be a burden for. At least I met Cara a young girl who has gave me hope. Someone for me to care for. I might not be her mother and she might be a little old. I still feel like a mother to her.