Its almost evening and Shane’s still not back….she never does that. She’s always back during lunch and dinner times.. because she never lets me miss a meal. I hope she’s alright! I hope she didn’t get caught or something! wait…why the fuck am I praying for my kidnapper to not be…caught! Am I crazy? am….I falling for that assassin…WHAM…..I hear the noise…for a sec a wonder what’s going on! when the obvious strikes me. Shane’s back! I automatically find myself….less somber….I run to the glass walls to see….I like how she can’t see me…but I can see her, even hear her low husky voice….

 I see Shane’s faultering steps….she’s probably drunk to the brim. She falls on the hard wood floor….a bottle of Jack Daniels in her hand….she looks at the clock. And then attempts to get up, then falls down, her face front.  I sigh not knowing what to do…..I lie on my bed….thinking….about home…mother…and father…and how they must be freaking out not being able to find me. It would be an amusing scene….afterall. I was brought out of my trance when i heard the door slide open…and Shane appear with Chinese take out. 

 She stumbled into the room. Avoiding my eyes. 

 "Shane did you drink?" I ask admonishingly well aware of the answer. 

 "umm…I…Uh…I didn’t know….you mind…" Shane looks confused….still drunk.. I want to burst into laughter right now. I didn’t know that liquor had this effect on Shane…she’s actually talking…however, I put on a stern face and glare at her. She looks at me, scared. 

 She moved closer to me….and touched my neck…I feel a shiver down my spine. She sloppily touched the necklace pendant her hand brushed all over my chest. I hold her hand before she can go any more south. "You look beautiful!" Shane says to me….those intense green eyes staring at mine. I felt my breath hitch. Why does she have this effect on me……"Shane" I say softly….this brings her on earth. 

 "Sorry sorry! I rermm…. brought food!" ans she basically crashes on my bed. I eat the food she brought. And take off her shoes and pull her to my bed properly. Its a pretty big bed. I see that the sliding door is open. I go outside….and breathe in the air outside of my prison room. Its like a dance studio…mirrors everywhere….like I used to see through the glass walls…from the outside I cannot see what’s going on in my room. Its like a secret room. I walk into the hall way. There is a room without a bed just a rag and a jacket that is folded up like a pillow and a bed sheet. This is probably where Shane sleeps. I think she gave the bed up for me. Why does she care? I don’t understand…..

 There is nothing else in the room except for a picture of Shane with a boy who is almost her height. Shane looks soo happy….she’s actually smiling. I have never seen her smile. All I see is this slouched brooding figure, not to mention lanky figure. Shane hardly speaks….except for today…when she’s completely out. There’s nothing else in the room….except for a suitcase. I open it..and there are all kinds of guns….and bullets and other gun stuff that is beyond my knowledge. I run my fingers through the cold metal of the guns….and feel a shiver down my spine. What causes that sweet person with such a warm smile to be such a cold blooded killer? I close the suitcase and get out of the room. I walk further down….and there is a bathroom  and the kitchen, which is a mess. There are stacks of beers, and all sorts of hard drinks, a cooking book. The page is open to ‘how to make a simple omlete’. I see this Shane is not much of the cook that she appears to be…bringing me food everyday….I cannot help but smile, Shane is so sweet to learn cooking and make food for me….going out of her way. I cannot remember anyone doing something so sweet for me. 

    I open one of the cupboards to see what’s in it. And I see a single key….instantly my mind wanders off to what that key might open. I take a look at the door. Should I?

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