Tangled

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242 Lisa: Waking in Comfort

LISA

Waking up in a bed is too comfortable.

My brain wants to wake, but my body wants to keep sleeping.

If this comfort is little more than an elaborate trap before I'm murdered, just take me away. At least I'll be going in bliss.

A sharp poke in my side jolts me from my half-asleep musings. I crack open an eye, squinting against the sudden brightness. A face swims into view, so close I can count every wrinkle etched into leathery skin.

"Up! Up, you lazy girl!"

The voice is shrill, grating against my eardrums. I blink,

40 focus on the owner of that

voice. It's a woman, impossibly small, with a nose so red it could guide Santa's sleigh.

I open my mouth to speak, but my tongue feels like sandpaper. Before I can form words, a stinging slap lands on my calf. The pain is sharp, unexpected, and I jerk away, nearly tumbling off

the bed.

"Ow! What the-"

"No time for your nonsense," the tiny woman interrupts, waving a hand in front of my face. Her fingers are gnarled, reminding me of tree roots. "You stink. Shower. Now"

I sit up, head spinning. The room tilts and sways around me. Where am I? How did I get here? The last thing I remember is... Darkness, Cold. A strange man who brought me out of my personal hell. The tiny woman's groan snaps me back to the present. "Look at this mess. Filthy! You've ruined

the sheets."

I glance down at the bed. The once-white linens are stained with dirt and... is that blood? My

sight of my wrists,

She tugs at my arm by

Ah. Clothes I don't recognize-a simple white night dress that is several sizes too big, soft and deceptively clean.

questions. -so many questions-but they stick in my throat. There's something about her demeanor, gruff and no-nonsense, that

time in fear that it almost feels

therapy, if this tiny person

murder me.

Waking in

she pushes it open, revealing a bathroom. "In. Shower. Make

I can protest, she shoves me inside and slams the door

quiet, staring at my reflection in the mirror. My face is pale, eyes wide with confusion and fear.

is gaunt. I've watched my fingers grow to little more than bony sticks,

God.

a skeleton with some skin

Horrible.

hell is happening?" I whisper to my

no answers.

of me wants to march over and slam open the door, demanding answers

the promise of hot water, of washing away the grime I can feel

and scrapes. Some look fresh,

fact, for being a kidnapping victim, it wasn't technically all that bad,

falling to the floor in various painful ways. And when it wasn't escape attempts, it was me trying to do basic stretches

I'm surprised my wrists

spray, whimpering as the hot water hits my battered skin. But

sense of peace

ledge is the first thing I grab, rubbing it all over me until it turns in

at my

could wash away the memories along with the dirt. By

is pink and raw, but

a tangled mess. I'm not even sure it's possible to brush it out. Still, I take my time washing it with shampoo and conditioner, leaving in a layer

Waking

out the