"Ellie!" My best friend Mitchell shouted. He walked under the tree i was in.my foot slipped, i started to fall he saw me "EL!" he used the nickname that he had given me when i was 7. 8 years ago. He ran forward and caught me.
"Are you alright Ellie?"
"Yeah, I'll be fine. Thanks for catching me."
"We need to get back," he said.
"I don't want to. Those men keep trying to hurt me."
Mitchell looked down. "I know. We will get away from them tonight."
~that night
Mitchell shook me gently awake, my eyes opened i was instantly alert. Mitchell put his finger to his lips. He had already picked the lock. I stood silently, mitchell took my hand. We walked down several hallways. I turned back, looking behind me. I heard shouts. They had begun to look for us. Mitchell pulled me into a room. He put his finger to his lips. I nodded, I knew that if we were caught the men would beat us mercilessly. The door shuddered. They had found us. I gripped Mitchell's hand tighter. I looked behind us. There was a large hole in the floor. I tapped Mitchell's shoulder and pointed to it. He nodded. We jumped into it.
Colors swirled around us. I was confused we had just jumped into the hole. Wind whipped at my auburn hair. Mitchell's hand was ripped from mine. I screamed. "Ellie!" Mitchell screamed but it sounded far away and distant. My legs collapsed beneath me as i hit hard ground. I fell down a small hill, Mitchell had landed at the top. "Ellie!" his voice had a warning in it. I realized there were people around me. I tried to back away and stand. Pain shot up my leg, i cried out. One of them tried to come closer to me.
"I don't want to hurt you. Your going to be ok. Can you tell me your name?"
I shook my head. "N-no." Mitchell arrived he pushed me behind him.
"Who are you? Where are we?"
"My name is Gilan, your friend her ankle is dislocated. Your in Araluen."
He took a step closer to us. "I need to fix her ankle.
Don't you dare touch her." Mitchell growled. Mitchell's arm wrapped around my waist. He helped me stand. I stumbled, throwing Mitchell off of balance. He fell, one of the other men caught him. He held him tightly. I stumbled, nearly falling, in fact i would've fallen if the man who had introduced himself as Gilan hadn't caught me. He held my upper arms. I started panicking, i tried to throw the man off of me but he held on tightly. One of the others came up to me, i kicked him. The man holding me said, "Stop struggling, we're just trying to help."
I slowly calmed down, I looked toward Mitchell then i felt a hard yank downwards on my wounded ankle. My next sensation was the all encompassing darkness of unconsciousness.
I woke to a calloused hand stroking my cheek. Mitchell was leaning over me.
"Mitchell" my voice was weak. Someone held a cup to my lips, it wasnt Mitchell. I pulled away, refusing to drink. The man tried again, and again i kept pulling away. I did not trust these people, i did not care if they had helped us or not. That did not mean i had to trust them! The man pressed the cup against my lips again. This time i swatted it away. He got the point and left. Mitchell turned to me "You know we really need to work on your trust issues." he said smirking.
"Yeah, we might want to do that." i said smiling at him.
"I'll go get you some water kid." he walked away. One of the other men walked up to me, Gilan i think his name was. He placed a hand on my shoulder, i stiffened. "Hey, your name is Ellie, right?"
"Actually," i said "My name is Eliena, but everyone calls me Ellie. I like it better."
"Well then Ellie" he said smiling. "You'd feel a lot better if you got some hot food in you." he stood and walked away. He returned a few minutes later, with a bowl of food. I looked at him suspiciously, "You did not poison it did you?"
He looked shocked. "No. Of course not why would I do that?"
I shrugged. "That's how people are. They pretend to be your friend then they turn on you and hurt you." his eyes softened. He placed his hand on my shoulder. I flinched. "None of the people here want to hurt you. Promise."