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Last time: And just then he began to speak… … …

Chapter 4 Utter-most Shock

At first it all came out as a bunch of gibberish, just meaningless nonsense. (Like baby talk, as some would call it) Either I've completely lost it or I've just discovered a new language. I'll take the second one please. But who am I to have a choice in the matter? Sorry to say it but, it's most likely the first possibility. I have finally and truly gone off the deep end. But it's not so bad. That is if you trust the word of a lunatic. On the topic of lunatics, one's still trying to speak to me. I know he is. Perhaps his words are the native language of the NLU. (National Lunatics United) Insisting that there is such a thing. If there were I'd sure bet a pretty penny that he was their leader. I wonder when he's gonna get his butt hauled off to the happy hotel. (if you know what I mean) I bet I could go too. They'll probably make me. But on the bright side, I just might get my own room. And if I'm really lucky, maybe they'll throw in some padded walls.

Travis continues to talk. But what the hell's he saying? "Alisa? Are you there? Now's not the time to zone out on me!" Maybe if I talk back in his language and act like I understand, I'll have my life spared. "Abbbb llaaa… huuuu.. skaa.." Travis took upon a very taken aback look. Oh god, what if I offended him? "wha? For some reason I've come to believe I've just lost you?" What's he doing? I think he's cursing me! That little voodoo bastard! "Alisa? Humph… my fault for expecting anymore. There was a great pause. Then he spoke again, "You'll thank me for this later, trust me." Jeez, what's he saying now? Travis picked up some semi-bulky thing I presume to be a rock and knocked me across the head, turning everything dark and bleak.

I woke up much later in my bed. Or what I thought was my bed. Unfortunately I was mistaken. I'm guessing it was Travis's. Why might I make that assumption? Besides the fact that his name was sewn into the quilt beside me, smoothing soft against my face. 'Travis Eden' That's a very unique name. For lack of a better word. The memories of recent events flashed through my mind like a series. My hand rose to my forehead, just above my eyebrows and a little to the right. I flinched from pain just as my hand grazed over a massive knot. That bastard! Who the hell did he think he was, hitting me like that? He's sure got another thing coming to him.

Speaking of the devil, just then he walked into the room all happy-daisy carrying a tray with breakfast goods and a zip-lock baggie of ice. "Good morning sunshine." He sang out. Morning? I'm dead. I'm dead and buried the moment I get home. I jumped up. "wooh, sit back down, there's things we ne…" I cut in not bothering to let him finish. "DROP DEAD FLE-BAG!!" I continued without stopping to take a breath, "JUST WHO THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU ARE? YOU CAN'T DO THAT! JUST BANG ME OVER THE HEAD WITH A ROCK LIKE THAT! AND WHAT THE HELL GAVE YOU THE IDEA TO BRING ME HERE? THAT'S KIDNAPPING!! THAT'S A

FELONY YOU GENIUS!" I took myself by surprise. Never in my life have I ever exploded on someone like that. Very rarely did i ever use such harsh words. Maybe it wouldn't be so new for you to yell at someone like that. But it was for me. And he seemed to just take it too. I kinda got that impression when he nodded. "Okay, maybe I deserve that." He said calmly. "OH, YOU WANNA KNOW WHAT YOU DESERVE?

DO YA?" the idiot actually looked as if he was considering it. "ummmm no, not really."

The way that he seemed to stay so calm is what pissed me off the most. Is this all a big game to him?