Sayu
He scared me. He seemed genuine, but he still scared me. Everyone did, at the moment. Even I frightened myself. I just wasn't sure what to think of anyone, of anything, anymore. I probably make no sense rambling on like this. Pointless. It's pointless. I should just accept that something terrible will happen to me and no one I know will ever find out. I'll die soon, and there will be no talk of it. Because no one knows where I am. I'm just another of those girls who disappeared, and was never found.
For the moment, I decided that I could at least get some sleep. That wouldn't change my chance of living, at least I hoped. I could hear a faint deep breathing; he had fallen asleep. Why, I wondered, would he do this? Let his guard down around me. In fact, I could probably walk out of this room if I wanted to. Silently rising from the couch, I stepped lightly toward the door. My breath hitched as I placed my hand on the handle. Slowly turning it... locked. He didn't trust me, but I couldn't blame him.
Sighing at my predicament, I plopped down on the couch. I shut my eyes, hoping for sleep to overcome me. The blackness behind my eyelids consumed me. Shapes began to appear before me. Dark figures haunted my mind. People, like me, locked away in prison cells. Calling out to me for help. A fire. The building engulfed in an unearthly orange light. Flames licking the surface of everything, burning it to the ground. Forcing my eyes open, I stared out into the ceiling above. No pleading captives, no fires burning everything up. It was all a nightmare. In which I nearly died at the end, almost consumed by the flames that would not let me escape. At least it was only a dream. Only a dream, I convinced myself. Still, the possibilities were endless. Of everything horrid that could happen. I thought too much about these things. Shouldn't I try to go to sleep and not worry about this? Of course, it's kind of hard not to think. But I needed to let it go for now, because whatever happened... it would happen. I couldn't change a thing.
The unfamiliar musty smell was the first thing I noticed. In the dim light, I could make out a few select objects. The couch I lay on, the TV in front of me, the monsters lurking in the dark corners, their eyes gleaming bright and teeth clashing, eager to tear me to pieces; the walls of the room closing in around me... I shook the fear off. That was not happening. I decided to trust what my mind, the rational part, told me. I was in a room, and nothing more. It wasn't so scary, not knowing where I was. Soon my eyes adjusted to the tenebrosity of the room, and I recalled it somehow. In the back of my mind... Oh, that's right. It was his room. Who was he? I didn't remember asking his name. Not like it mattered, anyway. I would be gone soon anyway. Another captive who had disappeared. He had probably forgotten my name by now.
Mello
"Hello, Mr. Yagami. Your daughter is safe, but I'm afraid that if you want to keep her that way, you must give us the notebook. By tomorrow evening." I hung up the phone. I could just imagine the man in shock at hearing from his daughter's kidnappers. Everything would go as planned- we would agree to the deal; we would get the notebook. Sayu... as for her, she would return to a normal life, hopefully. Wait, what? Why did I care what she did? I was the one who kidnapped her for a ransom. I've never cared about what happens to the people I've taken in. I just either let them go, threatening to kill them if they speak a word of it, or just keep them as servants to help run the mafia.
However, this time was different. There was something about that girl, Sayu... I couldn't stop thinking about her.