ZOE's P.O.V.
"Zoe, where are you?"
It's been hours and my brothers' worried voices still echoed in my head.
To answer their question, I have absolutely no idea whatsoever. In my defence there was no way of forseeing what was about to happen. To be fair there was quite a few things I couldn't rebember at this point. I have no idea how I got here, who I was with or where I was. The only clue I got were the darkness seen through the small window just under the ceiling which ment a couple of things. One, I have been here for hours, and two, I wasn't here voluntarily.
The last thing I recall is getting upset about something at home and storming out heading who knows where. All seven of my overprotective brothers immediately invaded my mind telepathically asking me where I went and checking if something was wrong. At that time I was rather annoyed by them, but now -.
Now I would give anything to have their voices screaming in my head. No matter how far they were, I knew they were listening.
I had to try.