I swear she slept for four days. But there's really no telling, not where we were.
By the time she was awake, I had to tell her every single detail that I could remember...again. She never remembered anything. Or perhaps she was faking, or possibly just not really wanting to believe it. I didn't blame her, the memories were absolutely dreadful.
But here she was, sitting up, back against the wall. Her arms were wrapping around the top of her legs, allowing a small cradle for her head.
"Tell me again...where we are."
"Are you serious? I've told you twice, and the answer is obvious enough. We're in a frickin' jail cell! And there's no way out."
"How did we get here? I mean, I know that guy brought me...but it was like we traveled through a blizzard or something."
"Do you honestly think I know these answers?"
"How long will we be here?"
"Please shut up. Let's talk about food instead. I'm hungry. You hungry?"
She sat there looking sad and scared, staring blankly at the ground. I may not be British, but I do think a British person would've have said she was "going mad." It was so sad to watch...or at least it would've been if I cared.
I stood up and jerked my head down, hanging it upside down and looked straight at my knees. I used my fingers to decently comb through my incredibly thick and tangly dark hair. with the one pony tail I had on my wrist, my hands cupped around my hair and my head flipped back up, and I pulled and yanked until it was finally up into a nasty ponytail. Good enough.
I sat back down and crossed my arms. I looked over at Claryn, seeing she was still totally out of it, just staring. I was like that too, at first. She wouldn't move or talk or anything.
I began to sing a song by Andy Grammer I love. It brought so many memories to me.
"So suddenly, I'm in love with a stranger, I can't believe she's mine! Now all I see you you with fresh eyes, fresh ey-"
"Would you please shut up!" yelled Claryn.
"Fine."
The rest of the song played in my head.
Appreciation
Well it comes and it goes, but I
I'd ride that wave with you
it's human nature
to miss what's under your nose 'till you
'Till you remind a fool
Maybe all of this is simple
my heart's unconditional yeah
you dress up just a little and I'm like
ohhhhhh-
Claryn sneezed.
Great, she ruined my moment. Well, If it was quiet she wanted, it was quiet she'd get. I needed to think anyway.
Everything before this stupid cell became my home, I'd heard some strange words. I'd been called strange things. I hadn't remembered that word until today, and now it was all I could think about. Sawyer had tried explaining things to me that I'd never hear of, and he said I was one of them...sort of.
And today I remembered what he called me. A Cripner. But even stranger, he said I was his Cripner. I thought that was weird, but I was even more confused when he explained it.
But I guess I'd have to think it all over from the beginning.
Sawyer was the older brother I never had, ever since I met him. It took me so long to trust him, when I should have earlier. I didn't know how much he'd actually care for me. Now he's my best friend, and life seriously sucks without him. Sawyer was so many things that people never knew about, all because of the way they looked at him. Most people would try to people polite and look anywhere else, but that tended to make them rude anyway. Especially when they just couldn't help but hold their glance a second long enough to make him feel uncomfortable. He's used to it now, meaning he expects it, but will always feel the same.
I hate to admit, his appearance is what made me not trust him. He's a few years older than I am, so freshman year of high school was me avoiding the Junior with mixed colored skin. I had never seen him before, or anything like him, and I didn't know how to react to my curiosity.
Then we met...and that was an interesting story. But we were very close now, and the past was behind us.
I don't know how long I've been here, maybe a week. But if that's true, then it was a week ago when we sat in his car, he was bringing me home from the movies. I had gone out with some friends and he offered to pick me up. That car ride was my last, and my strangest.
He told me I needed to know something he should've told me a long time ago. That's when he said I was called a Cripner, and that my job on earth is to protect a Thek.
My job on earth?
It may have been a week ago, but I still think he's starting to lose it.He said so much more, but I've forgotten the rest. That memory was smothered and blurred by the part where I was swiped up by a psychopath and taken to this prison.
Suddenly Claryn stood up and reached hand into her pocket. I heard a vibrating sound as she pulled out her phone.
"What the heck!" I yelled. "Why are you just now getting that out! I freaking asked you about it earlier!"
"I forgot about it, and besides I was sick and it has like eight percent battery!"
"Enough battery to send someone a text and say HEY SAVE ME. But no! You sat here to take a NAP!"
"Just shut up!" She help the face to her phone.
"Hello?"
I couldn't believe this. I probably could've been home hours ago. Where was her common sense? I looked over at her the second I heard her loud sigh of relief. She began to cry.
"Yes, yes I'm fine. What day is it?"
She paused, and I couldn't help snapping my fingers at her. I finally got her attention, she looked at me. "psst. Put it on speaker!"
She nodded and and tapped the screen. The screen flashed on, though it was incredibly dim because of the battery. Six percent left. We needed to go fast.
"Repeat what you just said," begged Claryn.
"It's Sunday afternoon, I just got out of church."
I had been snatched up on a Tuesday. Five days.
Claryn cried harder. "Three whole days..."
"Try five," I sneered.
"What do you mean three days? What does that mean? Claryn, everyone is wondering where you are and if you're ok."
"I already told you I'm ok. I just need to get home."
"You're not home? Where the heck are you?"
"I don't know!"
"I do," I lied.
Claryn whipped her head in my direction. "You do?"
"Who was that? Was her name...wait. I need to tell you something. There's a reason I called you. People are looking for you, people we've never met and they're freaking me out a little bit."
"Who?"
"Well, there's this guy, I can't remember his name...he looked different. I think they call it Vitiligo? Something like that..."
I couldn't believe what I was hearing. "Claryn! Claryn, please bring me the phone!"
She rolled her eyes and tried to ignore me. She turned her back on me as if to say I don't trust you at the moment.
"Was his name Sawyer?" I yelled, hoping the phone's mic would pick up my voice.
The cave was silent for a moment.
"Yes, that was it. How did you know?"
Claryn was gazing at me suspiciously. "That wasn't me."
"Who was it?"
"Claryn," I said. "Give me the phone please."
She handed it to me through the metal bars. I took it in my hands and tried not to hyperventilate. I spoke very clearly.
"My name is Belle. I think I know how to help...what's your name?"
"Does that matter?"
"What's your name!"
"Sebastian!"
"Can I call you Baz?"
"Belle!" Claryn warned.
"Alright, well I'm calling you Baz. Do you know Sawyer?"
"What-I-um yeah-"
"Alright," I said, looking at the phone. two percent. How was this thing still on? "We don't have much time." I tried to make this a bit dramatic so he'd know how serious this was. Like the movies! I shook me head. Focus, Isabelle Palmson, focus.
"How did you meet him?"
"You wouldn't believe me if I told you."
Claryn squinted. I think I did too...but then I remembered that car ride with Sawyer. Maybe this had something to do with what he was trying to tell me.
"Baz, I need you to talk to him again. I don't care how but I need you to do it fast. Tell him I'm with Claryn. Tell him we're both ok."
"...Are you Izzy?"
My turn to tear up. Sawyer told him about me. How nice to be remembered...I was relieved. I checked the phone. One percent. Crap.
"Yes. What did Sawyer say about me? Never mind. Tell Sawyer to go where we used to meet, I guess. Maybe he can find a way to me there. I don't know where we are."
"Okay. Give me back to Claryn."
I handed it back, and she grabbed it.
"Sebastian?"
"Claryn, I'm coming. I promise I-"
Silence.
The phone was dead. Baz was gone.
Claryn looked confused for a second, like she'd never heard him say something like that. But before she could think about it, she was in tears again. "I just...want to go home..." She crumpled to the floor.
My eyes glazed over. We might never hear a familiar and friendly voice again. We might never go home again.
Sawyer might never find me.
All I could do was stare at Claryn's phone.
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