[center][h2]Myriam R. Cassedy[/h2]
[h3]Location: Indoor Pool[/h3][/center]

The blonde woman was looking down at the water still. The feeling that she should get into the pool and enjoy this miserable situation got bigger and bigger for some unknown reason. Maybe it was because the realization of being kidnapped floated onto her and she needed to push it away somehow. Maybe it was because she knew there was no way out of this facility for now and the water looked so relaxing. Maybe it was because she didn't wanna breathe in this stupid none-fresh air anymore and rather stay underwater until she was on the edge of drowning. Maybe... maybe it was because her situation felt too heavy and the only way out was to dive into a new kind of world, see where it woudl lead her thoughts. Or maybe it was because she wanted to wash off all the feelings that crashed in right now. All the guilt of leaving her father back there alone to worry about her. The hate towards him for what he did. The sorrow to never see her friends again. The confusion about all of this. The anger because she was so stupid to sleep outside at a train station for anyone to just take her. She felt defeated. She felt like the only reasonable thing to do was get into the water and stay beneath the surface forever.

A loud, sudden shriek got her out of her deep, dark thoughts. Followed by some coughing or whatever - Myriam couldn't tell and didn't care. She had dropped to the floor, curled up in a ball, her hands over her ears and her face showing a grimace of pain. The girl was not in physical pain, her body was completely fine, though her soul was panicking. Somehow the sudden, loud noise made her break into a million pieces. She felt like a glass that had been dropped, carelessly fixed with tape and then smashed against a wall. Her hands pressed down on her ears and she whimpered. She could barely hear the words coming from the hidden speakers, let alone process what was being said.

She rocked forth and back a tiny bit, her hands starting to grasp at her blonde hair. Voices appeared in her head. She couldn't understand what they were whispering, but she could feel that it was no good. [i]Where do they come from? What do they want?[/i] Myriam couldn't tell why the noise had such an effect on her, but she was a hundred percent sure that this would have never been her reaction before "the incident".

Even after the sound was gone and the message had stopped, she sat on the floor curled up as best as she could without falling over and held tightly onto her blonde hair with the darker roots. She felt like any movement would break her apart. So she pulled slightly on the hair, to feel at least something, and waited for all the hushed whispers in her head to disappear and set her free again. Myriam Riley Cassedy was a wreck.