If I didn't say so before, I do not own this movie or the characters…except Danielle.

The voices had faded a while ago but fear had held Danielle captive in this little closet. As quietly as possible, she pushed the door open. She bit her lip as it creaked. Thankfully, it wasn't loud. She looked at the room she was in. They had stuffed a large blanket in the crack between the floor and the door, successfully keeping the poisonous air in the room.

Where were they? Slowly, she made her way down the hallway, being careful to step lightly. The hallway never seemed so long before. She froze when she heard footsteps coming up the stairs. The closet was too far away now. If she ran, they would hear. She looked to her left. She prayed with all her being that the door was unlocked. She turned the handle and felt it open. She turned quickly and shut it gently behind her.

When she turned around she was met with a pair of wide green eyes. It was a young girl. Before she could say a word, she heard footsteps outside the door. Danielle quickly dove underneath the bed, making sure to pull in her feet and any clothing that might be seen. The little girl sat on the bed as the door opened.

Danielle watched a pair of feet stomp across the room to the little girl. A soft voice cried out in pain. There was silence for several minutes.

"Do you love your momma?"

"Yes, ma'am."

"That's a good girl."

The voices paused for a moment then the feet left. Danielle cringed when she heard the door lock.

She pulled herself out from under the bed. The young girl just looked at her. She was dressed in a pretty white dress and she was incredibly pale. Danielle wondered how long she had been kept inside. She couldn't think of anything to say to her.

"Um…hello…"

"Hi," the girl kept her voice low and hugged a stuffed animal to her chest.

"Is that…your mom?"

"Yes."

Danielle folded her arms across her chest and hugged herself. She usually felt like she could conquer the world. Now, she felt little and helpless. Not to mention that she had no idea how to talk to this girl.

"Is there…a way out?"

The little girl shook her head.

Well, there was one way out for sure. The front door and by God, Danielle swore to herself that she would be free before sunrise.