Everything about Kay was stiff when she woke up.
Her body ached as she slowly unfolded from the fetal position. Her face was plastered with snot and tears from sobbing last night. Her hair was covered in dirt, as were her clothes. It was disgusting. Groaning, Kay sat up.
For a moment she just stared ahead. The she dropped her head to her knees and bawled some more.
After a while she got a hold of herself and wiped the tears and as much snot as she could off her face. Deliberately, Kay stood up and wiped her hands down her clothes in a vain effort to straighten them. Straightening her shoulders she decided she felt much better and less dirty. Looking around her room with fresh eyes and a newly energized brain piqued her curiosity.
In a few steps she was over to the mystery door. It revealed a cracked toilet and sink. The floors were brown and broken and the mirror almost to clouded and cracked to see anything. But hey, at least the water worked.
Pulling her hair back into a ponytail, Kay turned the faucet and splashed some water onto her face. It smelled bad and definitely wasn't filter properly but the effect it had on her Kay's mood was incredible. The water cleared away any extra cobwebs left in her brain. Quickly, Kay made a mental to do list.
To Do:
1. Get remaining nastiness off face
2. Attempt to brush teeth
3. Rinse hair
4. Check if door is locked
5. Escape
After completing steps one through three Kay had a wet shirt, wet hair, and a sense of purpose. Her plan was to either walk right out the front door, if Crane happened to be a vampire and sleep during the day, or ask Crane if she could leave now.
She really hoped the front door was open.
As it was, the door to Kay's room was locked, putting a damper on her escape plans. Defeated but not unhopeful, Kay sat back down on the bed. I wonder what Mother is doing back home? She thought.
Probably watching a bad sitcom and forgetting she has a daughter.
The dismal thought occurred to her that one day Mother might waddle past Kay's room and think, "Huh? I wonder what's in there?" If she still had enough brain capacity left, of course. She might just grunt. Eventually she would think, "Oh yeah. That's right. Once upon a time I had a daughter. Weird." and continue waddling her way down the hall.
Some amount of time passed. Because her room had window and she had no watch, Kay had no idea what the time was. It was beyond disorienting. She lay there, flat on her bed, for what seemed to be hours before rolling herself off the bed.
As she came to rest on the floor she started playing the types of games people who are alone for extended periods of time play to keep themselves sane. By the time she sat up and went to lean on the wall she had had full conversations with Johnny Depp, Hugh Jackman, Kate Winslet, Ryan Gosling, Angelina Jolie, Brendon Urie, and Morgan Freeman.
Some time during the extensive boredom the man Crane had called Kealy came in nervously and placed a tray on the floor. Without saying a word her turned and left, locking the door behind him. Kay sat staring at him sullenly as she thought, Well, I guess they know I'm still here. Nice to know someone remembers me…. God I'm so sarcastic.
As the door shut her face became considerably more animated. She scooted her way over to the food and examined what had been given to her. A glass of the unfiltered water sat next to a piece of bread and peanut butter. It wasn't exactly appealing but Kay was hungry and not picky at all.
Living with my mother her trained me perfectly to being a kidnappee. Great.
She felt the peanut butter that was sticking to the roof of her mouth as she thought. These thoughts weren't real thoughts. These thoughts wandered through her consciences like leaves blowing down an empty street. No one thought stuck.
Her mind rambled and was filled with the sticky, protein-filled taste of pb minus the j. I really should get some more food for this place, if Crane insists on keeping me here. I should make a mental note of that. The mental note floated away down the street.
Kay found herself on her back, zoning out towards the ceiling. She decided to count all the little dots on the ceiling because it sounded like something a bored person would do.
Great. Now I'm playing the part instead of just being it. I'm crazy.
She dozed now and then. This whole being alone thing really wasn't working out for her. The lack of mental stimulation was now liable to drive her bat-shit crazy. For lack of something more entertaining to do Kay did her daily routine from home.
"Crunches, toe-touches, side crunches, two minute plank, push-ups. Three times through. Go." Kay muttered to herself. Laying her head down on her arm after completing this she thought,
Oh dear God make the silence stop.
Softly, she began to sing.
"Well I heard there was a secret chord,
That David played,
And it pleased the lord.
Well you don't really care for music,
Do you.
Well it goes like this,
The fourth,
The fifth,
The minor fall,
And the major lift.
The baffled king composing,
Hallelujah."
How'd you all like the chapter? I decided last minute to throw the song lyrics in there. How'd that work? Good? Fine? Absolutely horrible? Please review! Have a good day! Much love to all, as usual - Archaic