Butterfly {h.s} #Wattys2016

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I swayed softly in place where I laid. As I breathed in, my nose scrunched up in disgust. What on earth was that smell? I thought for a moment and finally figured it out. Fish. I've always hated the smell, never actually had the food though. Why on earth was mother cooking fish anyway? None of us ate it. I finally open my eyes and almost scream. This wasn't my house. This wasn't my room. I quickly scramble to my feet and bite down on my hand. I couldn't scream. I didn't know who was here with me. I didn't know what they were gonna do if I woke.

I opened my door softly and crawled out. The sun quickly blinded me and I soon realized, I was on a boat. My eyes went wide when I saw a tall figure standing behind the steering wheel. The figure turned around and picked up a bottle and took a swig. When I saw the face I realized, it was you. The flash back of yesterday clouded into my mind. I bite my hand again, you did this to me? You turned back around and went back to look out into the sea. Tears streamed down my face as I crawled towards you. I was scared that you would turn around at any moment and see me. My eyes quickly found a empty beer bottle. I made my way towards that. As I reached out for it, my knees scraped against the wood and I fell with a grunt. You quickly turned around and faced me.

"Willow, you're awake." You smiled, switching something on the control panel and making your way towards me. I immediately started towards the bottle and smashed it. You stopped, surprised, as I held out the broken glass in front of me.

"G-get away from m-me." I sobbed, trying my best to sound tough. You took a few more steps towards me, but I kept out the glass. I screamed as you tried to reach out to me.

"Please, Willow, don't be like this." You sighed looking down at me.

"How do you know my name?" I yell as tears stream faster down my face.

"Well, let's just say I knew what it was before you told me last night." You said.

I knew I met you yesterday, but I don't remember anything from our conversation. What else did I tell you? Did you tell me anything about you?

"Where am I?" I finally ask trying to keep the shiver out of my voice. You looked back out to the sea. As the salty breeze danced through your hair, you spoke, keeping your back to me.

"Your new home." You said with a soft voice.

Images of my parents rushed into my mind. My mother and dad, crying, as they wondered where I was. I then remember, London. I was supposed to be with my parents right now, on our way to London. Instead of our smiles and laughter, I see blood shot eyes and ripped plane tickets. I break. I throw the broken bottle on the floor and watch it shatter. I scream and I bang my palms against the dock.

"This isn't my home! Take me back!" I scream, still banging the dock.

My eyes are closed as I still scream. I hear footsteps coming towards me, but I don't move. I know you're right in front of me, so I decide to do what I wanted. I punched you real hard in the private area. You groaned and cursed out. You fell to your knees a few inches away. I wanted to move, but I couldn't. You slowly looked at me with an unreadable expression. My eyes were now wide open, with fear. You grasped my leg and I screamed. You pulled me towards you and picked me up. I scream and tried to wiggle out of your rough grasp. It was no use. You were too strong.

"We will be there soon." You said harshly as you put me on the bed. When you said "there", I suspected the place where you were gonna kill me or....worse, keep me alive.

I scooted away from you once your grip was off me, breathing heavily. Your anger quickly vanished as your eyes met mine again. I looked into yours and almost started crying harder. I thought those eyes were kind when I first laid eyes on them. I liked them a lot. Now, I feel like it's a sin to even glance into them.

"I would never hurt you, you know." You whisper, staring at me.

I look away from you, not believing a word you say. I wouldn't. You looked down and sighed. I looked back at you and I saw wetness in your eyes.

"Do you think I touched you?" You asked with an unsteady voice.

It did pass through my mind. I've read books and watched those crime shows with my mother. I knew what kidnappers did. Well, at least I thought I did. I gasped as you hit your fist against the nightstand next to the bed.

"I would never lay a hand on you not- like that....not without your permission." You whispered looking up at me.

I close my legs tightly together, looking away. You sighed heavily and got up . You started walking towards the door, but before you walked out you looked back at me. You smiled slightly and spoke.

"I'll check up on you, later. If you need anything just call me." You said getting a key out of your pocket.

My eyes stared at the key with fear and anger. You were locking me in. You saw where I was staring and spoke up again.

"It's only to keep you safe. I don't want you wandering around and getting hurt." You said softly.

I almost laugh at that. I don't obviously because I can't express any other emotion than sadness. People laugh when they feel happiness, I didn't think I was ever gonna feel that again. Was I ever gonna smile again? Will I just forget what happiness feels like all together?

"You'll see....hopefully." You whisper more to yourself than me. I didn't think you meant for me to hear, but I did. I watched you walk out, and I heard you lock the door behind you.

Silence.

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About an hour after you left me locked in that room, I decided to find a way out. I couldn't just cry in that bed all day and wait for you to come back. You were gonna kill me. I didn't want to die. I shook my head and tried to focus on a way out instead of death. I needed to live. I was going to make it back home. I just needed to be smart.

I got up and looked around. There was no windows. I soon realized there was a bathroom. I find hope deep inside me and rushed in almost slipping. Nothing. Just a small little toilet, dingy shower, and a sink with a cracked mirror hung above. I slumped against the sink and cried into it. I felt so weak and hopeless. I couldn't break the floorboards, well unless I wanted to go swimming with the sharks. The door you locked was locked tight, I tried to open it with all my strength...not strong enough. I couldn't bang something against it either, you would hear me. I stayed there letting hot tears roll down my cheeks, landing in the creases of my mouth. For one second I did almost lose hope. I saw those sharp pieces of mirror on the ground and almost let my weakness overcome me. I then saw flashes of my friends and family go through my mind.

"We love you, Willow. Come back to us."

I cried out as I saw them. I vowed then and there that I would never give up. No matter how hard it got. I would make it back home. Alive.

As if a miracle happened just a few seconds after my vow. The sun shined bright through a tiny porthole, too small for me to fit through, and it was hitting right onto the beige shower curtain. I turned my head and was almost blinded by a tiny object catching the light. When my eyes finally adjusted, I dropped to my knees and prayed. I let tears of happiness drop to the wood floor. It was a close pin, holding together a ripped hole in the curtain.

I jumped up and unclasped it. This was my ticket out of this room, but where would I go? I had no idea what was on this bought. Was this the only room? The only place to hide? I couldn't let you see me. For, I had no idea what would happen to me.

I took a deep breath as I looked at the door knob. I was scared for my life. I didn't know if this would be my last day or even hour of life. I closed my eyes and breathed again. No, I wasn't gonna die. Not today.