"Your brother went with your father into town for the day, Amelia(your sister) went off with a friend for tonight. Just you and me today." She says ch...erfully, not knowing what will happen to her in your alone time.You walk up to your mother "You know what may be fun? I've been trying to learn hypnosis lately, any chance you'd let me try on you? I promise, no weird stuff." You tell her as you pull out a pocket watch."Oh, okay, a bit weird but hey! Could be fun right? Just dont make me do. The comb feels smooth and strong, and while I run it through my fine waist length hair, I find myself wondering what it is made out of. I’ve felt this texture before, I’m sure of it. Shrugging, I focus on combing out all the knots; I have to seem as if I still want to look good for my captor. When my hair is dry, I head back to the dresser, expecting to find a mirror behind it. Like the one in my room at home. My brow knits in sorrow and I fight hard against the lump in my throat. No time for. "Well, you came out pretty," Maman said. "I wasn't sure what was under all that mud. Come sit."The daughter, Eloise, stepped in with, "How did you come to be so... ?" Muddy?" said Wendy.Eloise nodded."I was at the trench," Wendy said."It's dry there," Maman said, with a squint and a hint of raised eyebrow. Girls of a certain type went to the trench. It paid well.Jeeze, Wendy thought. How do I get out of this? "It is? I mean, it is." Shit! The mom look! "Look, I don't know. I just showed up. A. He turned from where he sat at the bar to listen better, when a hand was placed on his shoulder. He turned to find the owner of the hand, and gaped.It was Alexander.Theron blinked. It had to be Alexander, but it couldn't be. He was dead. Theron had searched through every inch of their home's rubble. But the boy that set next to him now was the spitting image of Alexander. He had the same pale skin, and the same raven hair. Even the same soft eyes, though this boy did not look happy or kind, he.