Yeah...poor Nami. Life just doesn't look up for her. Ever.
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Trapped
The first thing Jasmine asked – no, ordered – Naminé to do after she found out was to sleep.
She slept for 16 straight hours, and woke up feeling terrible.
Guilt about hiding her nightly searches from Jasmine gnawed at her mind, but those worries were overshadowed by her worry for her best friends. Anxiety and safety over their well-being pricked at her insides, intensified by her body protesting its recent treatment.
She glanced over at one of the handmaids who Jasmine had appointed to keep watch of Naminé at all times of the day. The girl was younger than her – probably only 12 or 13.
She felt so alone here. Sure, there were people all around her, but not the ones she loved.
Part of her wanted to disobey Jasmine and start searching for them again, but she couldn't. She was too scared to.
She was simply…trapped.