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Carla felt the bar hit something, a small rattle moving along the bar into her hands. What happened next, happened so quickly. By the time the bowl hit the ground her scream and come to a finish, her eyes were still closed tightly, her body awkwardly tensed up ready to get hit back. Just as she was finally taking in a breath, she could hear a VERY angry woman’s voice. At first what she was saying wasn’t English and Carla couldn’t place what language it was, not that she was linger on that at the moment. She was more focused on the fact she was in a strange house, with strange people, whom she just attacked. She should have just climbed out the damn window. [i]Stupid, stupid, Carla.[/i] She cursed to herself inside her head as her eyes started to peek open.

Just as she was starting to focus on the woman before her, she could hear Ethan’s voice. The male Voice made her let go of the rack and stumble back up a few stairs before falling on his ass, one of the stairs wedging into her back, making her wince. She could hear the two talking to each other. Kim now had the rack in her hand, and Carla was weaponless. She watched the woman, who was tall, pretty and scary looking. In the moment of panic Carla had let herself forget all she thought was a dream from before, and Kim’s face was once again a total stranger.

Ethan started to pass by Kim and start towards the stairs, that half ass fear that she had turned into true fear. The way he was talking didn’t help Carla’s state of mind either, as she screamed again, pushing herself against the wall opposite to him, her hands over her head tears in her eyes as her body started to shake. It took her a moment to realize that he hadn’t stopped and that she was holding her breath. Slowly, her hands started to leave her head, parting enough so that she could peek out from her ball like defense form she had created.

She first saw Kim still standing where she had been, her arm bleeding, before slowly looking back up the stairs to see that Ethan was gone. When Kim spoke again, Carla quickly looked back, the panic still in her eyes, her body on edge but her tears had stopped. At first Carla hadn’t realized Kim was talking to her and because of that took her a moment to even really recall what Kim had said. Her eyebrows had pulled together, confusion mixing with the fear on her face. Her lips had also pulled into a small frown her lips pushed tightly together. “wh-what do you mean?” She said at first, but then she really thought about it. It was dark, the smell of dinner in the air. . . why was she just getting up now.

Her arms slowly slipped around to hug her body, her breaths coming in short again. “You-You mean it wasn’t a dream?” She whispered trying not to cry yet again. She was the biggest cry-baby ever. Carla took a moment to herself again, looking back at the pieces she remembered, before glancing up at the woman again. Carla had remembered Kim’s face, feeling slightly safer near her. Her eyes shifted to the floor, “I-I-I’m sorry I hit you.” Carla whispered softly unable to look at Kim when she said it, her voice low almost like a mumble.

When Kim spoke next, Carla finally looked up again, letting her hair fall into her face. With her arms still tight around her body, Carla nodded a little at the idea of food. She was hunger, or she knew she should be. She didn’t feel it but at the same time she did. She thought that may be because of the adrenalin still racing through her blood. As Kim started to walk away, Carla glanced back up the stairs before getting up and pushing to the opposite side of the wall that Kim had gone making sure Kim wasn’t hiding around the corner ready to attack. It took Carla by surprise when the woman had so easily shown her back to Carla, so much trust even after. . . Carla had attacked her. 

Hearing Ethan at the top of the stairs, Carla quickly raced after Kim, her steps quick and almost soundless. Her eyes flickered around trying to recall the house but failed. She bite her lip a little as she got into the kitchen and made sure that her back was facing a wall and she could see all exits. When Ethan came into the room to give Kim the towel Carla had pushed herself into the corner, trying to make herself as small as possible. Carla’s eyes were flickering back and forth from Ethan to Kim much like a wild animal looking for an exit. Carla could see that Kim had made up two bowl of soup, it smelled good and made her tummy rumble. Her hands touched her tummy in a slight embarrassment.

When Kim spoke again, Carla snapped her head up a little before relaxing. She bite her lip and looked to the floor again. “Umm.” She started off before glancing at Ethan wanting him to disappear. .. then again it may be better to have an eye on him. She fought in her head for a moment, before shaking her head to herself, she most likely looked a little crazy. “Umm.” She started again before swallowing. “I-I’m not sure.” She whispered. “It’s all. . . mixed up and. Er. . . “ She took a deep breath. “Like a dream.” She said knowing that by asking herself if this was real or not usually meant it was, because who the hell was badass enough to know when they were really dreaming.

Her eyes finally flickered back to look at Kim. “Your face.” She said softly, kind of out of the blue, but to Carla it seemed like she was telling Kim that she remember her face. “The cold. . . chains. . .rotten teeth. Umm.” She said starting to list things her body starting to shake a little from the impact of the memories, it wasn’t until she whispered “Hale” the last words that made her start to cry again. She started to slip to the floor still in the corner putting herself into a small ball again. “I-I-I don’t understand!” She sobbed, her face pressed into her knees her arms crossed over top of them as if trying to totally hide herself.