the girl in the room

I was walking down my stairs to head to my friend's house to work on a project. It was a nice sunny warm day. It was a pretty small town. Almost everyone knew everyone, so walking down the street, you say hi to at least ten people. I saw this guy in his late forties to fifties. He was holding a few really heavy things.

“Do you need help?”

“Yes please, thank you.” I went to go grab the things he was handing me and he dropped every bag he was holding. There was nothing in them - only rocks to make them look like they had things in them. He was holding my mouth shut so I couldn't scream. He shoved me in his car which was right next to him. He made me put on a blindfold so I couldn't see. He was driving really slowly, so he must have not lived too far from where we were. After about five minutes, he stopped the car. He opened the door and pulled me out. He picked me up and went inside. I could see a little and was paying attention to what I could see. The stairs had brown carpeting on them. I counted four steps to the porch and fourteen steps to the basement. He tossed me on the bed that was down there. He then walked out and locked the door. I sat up and took off the blindfold and looked around. It looked like a really old basement. You could see the rust and mold on the walls. There was a bucket in the corner. What does he expect me to do? Go to the bathroom in there? No. Fuck that. I´ll just hold it until I really need to go. I hear him come down the stairs. He opens the door. He has a gun. I just stay down there hoping I don't do something wrong and he kills me. I talk first.

“Hi.” but he doesn't say anything he just stands there but then he says something

“There will be rules.”

“Ok.”

“One, no talking back I will have this gun with me at all times. Two, if you try to escape I will kill you-”

He kept talking but I wasn't listening. I was thinking about death. Why am I here? What did I do? Why is he doing this? What did I do to make him want to kill me and hurt me? He says my name and I snap out of it and just look him in the eyes and listen and hope I don't get killed. He then just nods and walks away, but he doesn't lock the door. I don't do anything about it. I just go back to bed. I hope I can make it out alive. I see a rope in the corner of the room. He comes back down with food and he sets it down and walks away.

“What's your name?”

“Why?”

“So I can call you by it when you come down here.”

“Damien. What's your name?”

“Felicity.”

He asked me my name but he already said my name, unless he didn't say my name and just said something random and I just didn't notice. I noticed he didn't have the gun. I wanted to point it out but I didn't want him to get mad. He saw me looking at his hand but he didn't say anything, he just walked out. I looked around the room even more and I noticed numbers on one of the walls. The numbers were 1274. What the fuck dose that mean? What are the numbers for? Whatever. He comes back down, but he has the gun this time and he's holding it with a firm grip like he’s going to shoot me. I try to act not scared but on the inside I’m fucking terrified. “Hi” he said with a really raspy voice like it was different but it was the same person - no different at all - only the voice.

“Don’t worry. Nothing is going to happen.''

He gripped the gun even more.

“I'm going to bring you some food, ok?”

I shook my head yes and he went back up the stairs. I didn't know what else to do so I just walked around the room and waited for him to come back down. I haven't eaten at all since I got here which was… I didnt even know for sure how long. I didn't even want to think about how much longer I might be there. I started counting the days. I didn't know how long I was there, so I just started counting from where I thought I was. he left the house one day i saw it as my chance to leave i grabbed the glass under my bed and used it on the door and i ran he left the door unlocked i trued around and memorized the address and went home