Unmasked

When I wake again, I'm alone inside the lit room, with no clue of what time of day it could possibly be outside or how long I've been imprisoned.

I sit up as I start to feel my little baby moving, and a smile forms on my lips, knowing that I have my little one keeping me company, and so far he/she is alright.

I brush my now messy and most definitely dirty hair off of my face and stare out into the open, letting my thoughts entertain and torture me once again.

I wonder if Lynda is alive and well. Has she told Ryan the ordeal she has been through for reasons she doesn't know? Or why would they have released her and kept me?

Is Ryan searching for me right now?

There are so many questions and hopes, and it's best to not hope too much, or it'll make the disappointment hurt more, but it's also good to have hope.

I smile when a soft kick comes immediately after the thought. My baby agrees. Positive thoughts only.