Naia's POV
When I woke up, my head was pounding. My throat ached for some water so I grabbed the sink and pulled myself up. The room started spinning so I closed my eyes, waiting for the dizziness to pass. It did and opened my eyes again. I reached and turned on the tap, making sure the water wouldn't make too much noise. Then I carefully use my hands as a cup and sipped slow amounts of water.
I heard footsteps and quickly turned off the water and resumed my previous spot on the floor. I closed my eyes, pretending to still be knocked out. I know I can't use this excuse forever but hopefully it should buy me some time to figure out a plan.
The door creaked open and I heard James walk in.
"What a pathetic lump," He said, snorting, "She's still out cold." Then to my relief, he walked out the room and the door locked with a click. I took a deep breath, trying to calm my racing heart.
This couldn't be happening right now. No way. It was like all of my nightmares mushing into one giant nightmare and now I was living it. I decided to try and sleep since there was nothing else I could do and curled up into a ball. I closed my eyes, trying to imagine that I was back at Matt and Gabby's though that was hard since the they would never make me sleep on the cold, tile of a bathroom.
"Wake up," A harsh voice said and was followed by a slap on my face. I woke up with a start and opened my eyes to see James who pushed a plate to me. On the plate was a slice of bread and a cheese string.
I looked up at him confused, "Did you poison it?"
"You wish. The most painful death is to stretch it out. You'll slowly die with the lack of nourishment and food." James said and left without another word. I heard the door lock with a click once again, signally my imprisonment.
I wasn't that hungry but I knew later I would be so I tucked the slice of bread in the pocket of my jacket and ate the cheese string. Feeling thirsty again, I drank more water from the sink.
I had to get out of here. I wasn't going to die like this and I was determined not to. Part of me felt sorry for James, losing his sister in such a tragic way, but then the other part of me loathed him for treating me like this when I had done nothing wrong. I wasn't the one who had shot Mrs. Samual.
But if you had just stayed put that morning...
Quickly, I shook the thought out of my head. Remember what Gabby and Matt told you.
I laid there, on the ground for some time until James came back for the plate. He barely looked at me as he picked it up and left. I held my breath, hoping that maybe he'd forget about the lock but my heart sank when I heard the click.
Feeling like the best way to save my energy was by sleeping, I closed my eyes and went back to sleep.