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`When I awoke once again, I was laying on my side, facing the window. The window was apparently half-way open now, and a breeze was picking up and blowing softly into the room, it ruffled my hair slightly and felt nice against my face. It was still dark out. Night. My vision was still somewhat blurred though. I tried to sit up, shoving the covers off but I felt dizzy for some reason. Had I moved to quick? I laid back down for a few moments before trying again. I got to my feet, stumbling over to the window, the floorboards creaking. My head seemed to have a mind of its own as I noticed I was looking at the bedroom door then back at the window, parting one of the curtains to the side to look out. There was still a boat on the lake. That's when I felt something brush against my hands. I looked down only see clothes folded properly at a table beside the window. Clothes.
My ears felt like they were burning, but I seemed to zone out, grabbing the clothes into my arms. After somehow taking off the night clothes, I looked at myself in the mirror with my still blurred vision. I noticed something black like at the tip of my eye. I moved forward, leaning in. Were those—They were. Stitches.
I leaned back, my stomach churning once again as I moved over to the bedroom door, opening the door slowly and walking out of the room, the sound of the cuckoo clock filling my ears. Where was I exactly? I looked to the right, seeing stairs only so far away. So, yes, I started to walk over but bumped into something. My eyes casted slowly down only to see a table that had a lamp and phone on it. The next sound I heard was buzzing, I groaned softly and nearly fell backwards but instead grabbed onto the wall and slid down, noticing the phone was unplugged. Huh. Bradley. I had to call him, let him know. To tell him I was safe...Was I safe?
It had seemed like hours as I then somehow connected the phone into the wall, putting the phone to my ear there was a dial tone. I somehow managed to dial in the correct number then slid back down over to the wall, my back to it. I put the phone to my right ear, staring out at nothing really. It rung about one time until he answered
"Hello?"
"Jason?" I asked, my voice even sounding strange to me but I had to hold the phone out at a distance when he literally screamed my name then I slowly put it back to my ear "I decided to call you."
"Where are you, Hannah?" He asked, clearly worried and anxious even more now "Is he there? Did Dr. Lecter kidnap you?"
"Jason, Jason." I tried to calm him down, slowly standing up, using the wall for support and still holding the phone to my ear too "Shh." I whispered "Where are you?"
"Wha—Hannah--"
"Where. Are. You?"
"I'm outside of town, near a old cabin thing. But it looks abandoned. That doesn't matter, now just tell if you're okay. Where are you?" He wasn't going to just let this go, was he? Oh well. I sighed slightly, moving to the side and around the table now.
"I'm fine, Bradley." I told him, slowly pulling the phone away from my ear now "And I don't know where I am. There's a lake...and um...a boat. There's a boat on the lake and..." I looked around once, then back at the lamp on the table, tilting to the side slightly but still holding my balance "It's a house, two story. I have to go now, Jason."
"What?! No! Hannah!"
"Goodbye, Jason. Talk to you later. Bye." I hung up the phone then, walking slowly over to the stairs, still in a daze it seemed. I looked down, hearing no noises at the moment, then I moved around and held onto the railing with both hands as I walked down the stairs. Somehow still holding grace as I did it, my body temperature rose. I probably had a fever now but my forehead and hands felt so cold, everything else was hot. And still, my pulse did not rise in panic at all. Odd for some but not for me. I was always abnormal, like my Mom had said. My hair was plastered against my face slightly as I got to the last step, moving my right foot forward then my left, my right hand still holding onto the railing for a few moments before I let go and walked towards one of the wooden doors, it was cracked and I could hear noises. People talking. But who?
The light above flickered a few times as I looked up at it, stopping for a moment but then looked away as it stopped and neared the cracked door, being quiet as I could and peaked through, spying. I saw near by was Dr. Lecter, he was cooking something and seemed full determine to only think of what he was cooking at the moment and nothing else, but then I took one long blink, feeling I might collapse until I heard a voice pick up. Dr. Lecter's voice to be exact.
"Hannah, what are you doing up? Go back to bed, you should be resting." He scolded softly but still I heard, his voice seemed to carry, to echo "It's past your bed time." He chuckled as if this were amusing to him, but I still stood at the door frozen. What was going to happen tonight, I hadn't the slightest idea.
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