I am Nadia...
I realized that my life became a living hell after a couple of events. I don’t mean “my parents hate me and I’m grounded for life,” kind of hell. I mean, actual hell. Hellfire burning everywhere and demons flying around kind of hell. Today, I am sitting down to write this book because it is my duty, and also because there is nothing to do where I am now. So here is my life story in a jiffy. It all started the day I came home from school and saw that my house was completely empty. There was absolutely nothing in my house. No furniture, no TV, no stuff at all. Even the ceiling fan and toilet were gone. In the midst of my confusion, I stumbled upon a table in my grandparents’ room. The table, apart from being the only thing in the house, had a book sitting smack dab in the middle of it. I had seen this table many times before, but I wasn’t allowed near it. I most definitely wasn’t supposed to touch it. My mom always told me that I had to stay five feet away from the table at all times. I honestly don’t know why. My mom was not a regular mom. In fact, she was one of the more peculiar ones. My mom kept a journal, one I was not supposed to read, even though I did. In the journal, she didn’t write about her life or stuff that a regular person would write about. Instead, she wrote about magical creatures and traveling to faraway lands that didn’t really exist. There was practically no way to take my mom seriously. I looked back at the table. It was just lying there doing nothing. What was the worst that could happen if I went near it? So I did. I kept within my mom’s limit though. I stayed five feet away from the table. From five feet away, I could clearly see the book on it. I could even go as far as to say I recognized the book. As I looked more at the book I felt an urge to pick it up, maybe even to read it. This was surprising to me. I hated reading. The only reason I would ever even touch a book is if I had to get it for a friend. As I observed the book a little more, it started coming to me. The book was...It was… my mom’s journal! At this point, I had basically made up my mind. The only book that I was genuinely interested in was my mom’s journal. It was the only book I ever actually read. I loved the stories in there. The stories in her journal had this kind of realness to it, a realness that no other book had. I made up my mind and quickly picked up the book. And I opened it. I was extremely shocked to see that the pages were blank! No words, no pictures, nothing. All that amazing writing, gone in a flash. Well, I shouldn’t say in a flash, because I never really figured out how the words disappeared. I flipped to the last page of the book and I finally found some writing. It said, “You write your own story.” Wait, what? I really didn’t understand what was going on. My house is completely empty except for this table and book, my mom has gone somewhere and I am stuck here with nothing. Absolutely nothing. Thoughts of me dying alone run through my head when I hear a knock on my front door. Who could it be? My mom? I run over to the door and swing it open, just to see a flash of bright light and then darkness.
Where am I?
All I can see is darkness.
Am I still at home?
Obviously not.
Someone has kidnapped me!
Will screaming do me any good?
No, well then let me try kicking.
Ok, now I’ve annoyed my kidnapper.
Oh no! He’s trying to grab me!
I must kick, I must save myself.
Why is this happening to only me?
Can’t my life be like every other normal girl’s?
Ok, he is pulling my hair.
Ouch! Ouch!
Oof! He’s punched me. I’m dead.
I wake up to feel my body laying on the softest pillows ever! Where am I? Is this what heaven is like?
(Basically, that was what was going through my head. Turns out it was the opposite. Also at this point, I was kind of drunk because my captors had given me some drug to keep me asleep.)
I slowly try to open my eyes when I hear,
“Nadezhda! Nadezhda! Are you awake?”
Who is the name of Jesus Christ is calling me by my full name?
And who knows who I am?
“I...‘m...’ wake...” I mumble.
“That’s such good news, Nadezhda! You've been asleep for 4 days!"
This comment jerks me awake.
"Four days?" I ask, "How?"
"Well..." the voice replies, "I told Max not to give you too much of - well, too much of the drug."
"Drug? Did you drug me? Why on earth would you do that? Also, where am I? Why did you kidnap me?" I holler.
"Calm down, Nadezhda. We didn't kidnap you. Well...we did but we did it to help you not to harm you." the voice says.
"As for where you are, you should know, you're in Guard." the voice continues, "Andy will explain everything to you if you just calm down and listen."
"Alright," I mumble, "but you have to answer all my questions after."
"Agreed!" the voice squeals, "You can open your eyes, you know."
I didn't realize that I had my eyes closed until she told me I could open my eyes. As I opened my eyes, I see three people. A girl with silver hair, fair skin, and violet eyes, a guy with chestnut brown hair, tan skin and hazel eyes, and also a guy with light skin, jet black hair, and aqua blue eyes.
"By the way," the girl says, "I'm Opera, the tan one over here is Max, and the black haired one over there is Andy."
"I really don't know what to say to that," I reply, "But what I want to say is don't call me Nadezhda. It's just Nadia. Plain old name. So to formally introduce myself, I am Nadia.
