Disclaimer: Not mine, never has been and never will be.
A/N: Sorry for the delayed update. I will try to update faster, I promise. Emily (Ebabe): no, Sara isn't exactly missing as they know where she is. She being held hostage by a psychopath.
Fade to Black
Brass
Everyone else seems to have turned away from the monitor, but my eyes are glued to the screen. It's standard procedure to try to get live images in a hostage situation. Just like it is standard procedure to have sharp shooters on several buildings surrounding us. I have tried to look away, but I can't.
Some may say I have fatherly feelings towards Sara, but I wouldn't call it that. I have fatherly feelings towards Ellie and nothing good ever came out of that. During all these years I haven't been able to name the feelings I have for Sara. There is something about her, something familiar. The haunted look in her eyes reminds me of the look in the eyes reflected in the mirror I have stared at many waking hours when I should have been asleep.
I thought she was doing better. I had seen her smile, a smile she had hidden for over 4 years. I thought that smile indicated she had finally escaped the downward spiral she had found herself in. I was wrong, her words proved me wrong.
"Take me, I don't care. Death can't be as painful as life can be."
Her words keep replaying in my mind accompanied by the images of her being yanked away and thrown against a wall at the other side of the room.
I didn't want to leave her there, but her eyes pleaded with me to take the girl away. The shallow breathing of the girl who collapsed into my arms urged me to do what I will regret doing for the rest of my life. I left.
I left and she screamed and then she went quiet, so quiet and she has been quiet ever since.
Sara
Quiet. I stay quiet and try to control my breathing pattern.
Staying quiet and still has been my coping mechanism since I was a little girl. When things escalated in my house, which they often did, I tried to stay as quiet and still as possible. Hoping my mother or father would forget about me. I closed my eyes and imagined turning invisible. It never worked, but I kept trying.
I have no idea how long I have been here. It seems like hours. I'm surprised he hasn't come near me. I expected him to do to me what I have seen done to the girls in our morgue, but he hasn't approached me and I'm laying here much like a prisoner on death row waiting for the final seconds to strike.
I slowly open my eyes, not too wide, not wanting to set off the psychopath located somewhere behind me.
And I wait, I wait for the seconds to turn into minutes, which turn into hours and then they will quietly turn into days.
TBC