March 25th, 2020 at 10:47pm
Waking up was a shock. Especially in a dim hospital room, hooked up to beeping machines. Not locked in a closet. Ames had been in the hospital for two days and had already spoken to countless nurses and police officers. It all just still seemed like a dream. It couldn't be her reality. She had lived in that broom closet for...six, seven years? She had grown up in that fucking broom closet.
Propping herself up with her elbows, she looked down at her legs under the sheets. Ames had been in a pretty bad car accident just a few years before she had been kidnapped that had left her in a wheelchair. It had been one of the things that made her an easy target.
"Oh, she's awake," Ames looked up towards the door when she heard a nurse. The door cracked open and the nurse appeared to be speaking to someone else, before she moved out of the way to let him in. It had been the police officer who had rescued her. Was his name Marshall? She had fallen asleep in the back of his cruiser, so she didn't remember much of anything if they had talked.
That whole night had been a blur. Most of her time spent awake she was usually drugged, and that night had been no exception. When Marshall busted her out of her prison, she had been seeing two of him and couldn't hear a thing he was saying. Thinking back on it, she was glad she had been drugged for most of her time with that maniac. It helped her forget a lot of the horrible things that had been done to her.
The nurse allowed Marshall into the room, before shutting the door behind him. "Do I have to answer more questions?" Ames whined, still feeling exhausted from all the talking she had done the day before.