Sorry guys this one's going to be four hundred words.
My eyes met her large green ones. Flashes of my memories came back. 'I thought I would never see you again.' She hugged me and cried.
'Wh- who are you?' my voice was hoarse and shaky. She let go of me. She stared into my pale brown eyes. She let her tears fall. My memories were on speed drive. She was her, the friend I longed to return to. She screamed as the man grabbed my neck, hauling me into the vehicle. 'No, no…' I shook my head. 'Let me go. They will hurt you.' I begged.
'Who?' she met my eyes. I looked away from her. 'Who will hurt us?'
'I can't tell you. You need to let them find me. If they don't they will hurt y- you.' I begged, I cried the first real tears since they stole me. She looked pained.
'Tell me who.' Her voice mimicked her mothers. She was powerful and strong. I missed my old life. There was once a little girl that lived on 1289 Parksons Avenue. There was once a little girl whose mother let her wear red lipstick. There was once a little girl who laughed, that was before they hurt me… before they stole me.
'Lissa?' two men walked in. They had dominating stances. I remembered my first week with them.
'They broke me in.' I whispered unthinkingly. Vasilissa's head shot towards me.
'They who?' I shook my head.
'If I tell they will kill.' I cried. I wrapped my thin bony arms around my legs, holding them tight to my chest. 'I can't tell anyone.' My body was my own again… I wasn't willing to risk it.
'Well, tell us everything you can…' she pleaded. I looked up, meeting her eyes.
'Less than a week from now, they will come for me.' I whispered. 'Less than a week from now I will be free. They will finally get rid of me.' I smiled a sickening smile. 'Finally… I won't have to lay down for another.'
'What do you mean?' I looked back up into the peppy eyes of Vasilissa.
'I was stolen Liss… what do you think they did to me?'
'Abused you, hurt you…'
'I was trafficked.' Her mouth dropped as did everyone else's except the black haired boy.
'What's that?' I laughed at him. He was stupid.
'I was sold as a piece of property…'
'Holy…'