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I looked around, unsure of where I was and how I was going to escape this awful situation. As I pondered my predicament, I heard a faint voice. It was quiet and only in the recesses of my mind. I listened carefully and realised I knew who the voice belonged to. I went still and quiet and listened. \u2018Alex\u2026\u2019 I could hear her. She sounded worried. \u2018Alex?\u2019 \u2018I\u2019m here,\u2019 I said in my mind. \u2018I\u2019m here\u2026\u2019 \u2018Where are you?\u2019 she asked in her head. It was Jess and she was worried about me.<\/p>\n

They knew I had been taken and she was going insane with concern for my well-being. Without me, they worried they wouldn\u2019t find me either. \u2018Jess,\u2019 I tried, focusing on her name in my head. Still, all I heard was worry. She couldn\u2019t hear me. I needed to make her hear me. \u2018Jess! Jess!\u2019 I called. There was nothing. I lay there thinking; putting myself in Jess\u2019 position and wondering how I could help her to find me. I began picturing the graveyard as I had seen it when he had carried me into the room.<\/p>\n

It had been covered in a blanket of snow and amidst the graves, there was one marker which would tell Jess that it was the right place. It was the little, beautiful flowers I focused on. Purple crocuses, rare to be there in the snow. It was a sign that spring was on its way soon, I mused. I thought about the flowers in the snow and pictured them as clearly as I could in my mind. I kept the image there and kept imagining it again and again, hoping that somehow Jess would see the picture.<\/p>\n

It would help her to find me. The man walked back in seconds later and slammed the door behind him. He looked at me and then walked over to me. He looked down at me and appeared to be thinking. \u2018Why have you taken me like this? I haven\u2019t done anything,\u2019 I told him. He narrowed his eyes at me. \u2018You need to stay in this room.\u2019<\/p>\n

\u2018For how long?\u2019 I asked him. \u2018As long as it takes,\u2019 he replied. I stared at him. I hadn\u2019t met this personality yet. He seemed more stable than the others I had encountered. \u2018Why am I here?\u2019 He just frowned at me.<\/p>\n

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I lay my head back against the headrest. The car drove quickly and the quiet lulled me into sleep. I drifted. My mind became focused; and all I could see was darkness. Panic consumed me and my heart began to beat faster. I opened my eyes but all I could see was black. It was everywhere. I moved my hands and found I could only move them so far. When I reached the edges of my confines, I felt hard, cold wood. It felt damp and rough. Terror filled me and my eyes filled with tears.<\/p>\n

I woke up suddenly, and sat up in my seat with a gasp. \u2018You fell asleep,\u2019 a voice said from beside me. I looked over and saw Jess sat beside me. Suddenly, I was back in the moment and remembered who I was and where I was. I was Alex Hope; and I wasn\u2019t buried. I swallowed hard. \u2018Are you okay?\u2019 she asked, glancing at me as she drove.<\/p>\n

\u2018I, uh\u2026\u2019 I debated whether or not to tell her about the vision I had just seen. The trouble was, it hadn\u2019t been very clear. I didn\u2019t know the details. Before I could speak, Jess spoke again. \u2018Don\u2019t tell me\u2026another vision?\u2019 \u2018Yes,\u2019 I told her, referring to my new psychic ability. After a car accident several months back, I had received an awful blow to my head. I had been put in a coma and when I had awoken, it was with a new skill.<\/p>\n

I woke up being able to hear people\u2019s thoughts. I knew what they were thinking and sometimes even had visions of things which were going to happen. \u2018But it wasn\u2019t that clear,\u2019 I told her with a frown. \u2018What did you see?\u2019 \u2018Nothing. I was in pure darkness.\u2019 \u2018You?\u2019 she questioned. \u2018When I see these things, it often feels like it\u2019s me experiencing what they\u2019re going through.\u2019<\/p>\n

\u2018So, what was this person going through?\u2019 I furrowed my brow, thinking. \u2018It\u2019s unclear\u2026I mean, I know she\u2019s inside something, trapped-you know? But I don\u2019t know what. She feels panicked\u2026her heart beat is through the roof.\u2019 \u2018What can we do about it?\u2019 Jess asked. I smiled over at her. Always the police detective, I mused. She never quite shut off, even when we had just finished a holiday together. \u2018Nothing, Jess. I don\u2019t know enough to do anything-even if I wanted to.\u2019 \u2018Oh\u2026well, maybe you\u2019ll see more as time goes on.\u2019<\/p>\n

\u2018Maybe,\u2019 I conceded.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n

This is a short excerpt from the opening of “” by Unknown, quoted for review and introduction purposes. All rights belong to the copyright holders.<\/em><\/p>\n

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