The first day wasn’t so bad. Charlie had left a water bottle by her left foot and there was something digging into her back pocket which she hoped was some type of granola bar. If she wiggled her ankle, she was able to bring the water a few inches closer. Vera knew that if she wanted to actually reach the bottle she would have to somehow free her hands which didn’t seem plausible at this moment. She ignored the slight burn of thirst in her throat.
Right now, she needed to rest. She felt groggy, the after effects from the drug she knew was used on her, but was still too keyed-up to actually fall asleep. To distract herself, Vera thought about her family. She wondered if they knew that she was missing. She wondered if they would realize that it was Charlie who was the reason she was missing. She wondered, if they didn’t know she was missing yet, how long it would take for them to realize that she was. The ties around her wrists seemed to grow tighter. The skin underneath the plastic was itchy and sweaty. The right one was tighter than the left one, digging into her wrist bone slightly. Once again, Vera felt that tightening sensation in her chest, but she pushed it back. She could not afford to freak out. She needed to rest. She needed to figure out a way to escape. She needed to survive. |
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