"Grab your stuff and come with me. We're going out." Mathew didn't hesitate, striding down the corridor. When I paused, trying to work out what he meant, he yelled, "Go on, do it! Don't just stand there!"
"What stuff? Where are we going? I can't go out like this - what if someone saw me?" Too many questions, too many things I didn't know. I didn't want to be alone any more. I wished someone was going through what I was going through and could tell me how to do with it, but unfortunately I knew I was one of a kind. Something I'd always wanted, sure ... but not in this way!
"Your bag. You had it with you when you arrived, didn't you? It's by the door or something." Mathew gestured towards the front door, which I hadn't seen before. After all, I'd been drugged most of the time I'd been in the house. "As for people seeing you like that, it's better than them seeing you as your real self. You're a missing person, do you realise that? The police are out looking for you. You've been gone for four days."
Four days? He hadn't said it was four days! Mathew must have seen my face because he bit his lip, looking guilty. "You didn't tell me that," I said. "You drugged me, didn't you? That food or something. I was out for longer than I thought..."
"Time here doesn't pass the same way it does outside." It was one of the visitors that had spoken. "It's not as simple as you might think." Hmph - I ignored them, turning away and spotting my little bag on the floor. Thank goodness it was still here: I was longing for clean underwear, and a wash would've been appreciated too.
Mathew looked me up and down. "You've got to get out of here, all right? When they find out what you're are they'll hunt you down ... it's not safe any more." I really did not like the sound of that.
"Who will? Why? What's happening?" That's when I got angry. "For feck's sake, Mathew, don't keep me hanging like this. I'm fed up of half-lies and hidden truths. Just tell me what's going on and then let me go home!" My tears were forgotten, my anger everything. "I want to know everything. I don't want to be in the dark about all this."
The visitors frowned. "I think you ought to tell her. It's her neck that's on the line ... hers and yours. She deserves to know the truth."
"She deserves to be safe!" roared Mathew, frightening them. "I don't care if it makes her unhappy for a little while, because the fact that she knows nothing might just save her life, do you get it? I'm not letting her die at their hands because they don't believe she's innocent in all this. If she knows what she is, they'll say it was her fault."
"Say what was my fault? What am I? And will you stop talking like I'm not here, please!" I sat down on the bottom step and folded my arms. "I'm not going anywhere until me what's going on."
"Look, if you don't move now you'll never get home, all right?" I thought he was threatening me, until the visitors nodded.
"They're not known to be lenient. You've got to move." So it was these mysterious people that would kill me or whatever, right? Well, I didn't know enough to satisfy me and it was getting on my nerves, but knowing nothing would be better than winding up dead, so I gave up and picked up my bag.
"Fine. Get me out of here."