“Let’s Grow M-old together.” [TAG: Hannah]

[Freya Alexander]

Freya awoke with a start. Heaving for air, she spluttered and gasped, clawing at her throat as the life returned to her from her deep slumber. It was one thing passing out multiple times from a drug-induced gas, but having not drunk ANYTHING within that timeframe had left a burning sensation in her throat, and indeed lungs. She, trembling, sat up from her curled position. She had been placed rather gingerly on the end of a single bed, curled around herself like that of a cat. In response to the unnatural angle, one again her ribs and back cried out in protest to it all. Bleeding heck, she was small but she wasn’t a pet.

Analysing the room around her, it felt as though she had been dropped into a rather lower-end Motel down south, complete with… a lack of toilet. Groaning as she sat up, her arm brushed against the leg of someone accompanying her. Shaking off the grogginess still washed over her brain, Freya’s eyes settled on a still shape… the shape of Hannah. Jerking up with a start, Freya immediately checked to see if her friend was still BREATHING, for one, an array of horrifying scenarios filling her mind before such confirmation could be made. Realising she was just similarly drugged-up, the pink fuzzball relaxed ever so slightly, and precariously got to her feet.

On a small table she noticed a tray, holding a good selection of food; enough for the pair of them. Relief washed over her. At least their captor wasn’t deranged as to starve them. What a horrible, agonising death that would be. Freya had enjoyed binging a good few ‘survival’ shows, and the starvation element was something that had terrified her the most.

Reaching forward to pour herself a glass of water, Freya drained it of liquid in a few gulps. It barely scratched the surface of her incessant thirst, but it indeed dulled it. She picked up Hannah’s and, leaving the food behind, wandered back over to the bed (still a little heavy on her feet), where she settled on a space close to her. Laying a hand gently on her companion’s shoulder, Freya tried to shake the woman awake.

“Hannah… Hannah it’s me, Freya. I have some water.”

She felt terrible wakening her, but if her friend’s throat were as raw as her own’s, she’d insist upon her drinking at least a jug before tending to anything else. Goodness knows what she’d be thinking, after a harrowing and devastating… event.

“There’s food on the table… I-I hope you’re alright.”

[Hannah van de Berg]

Hannah felt she was sweating. She had barely gotten up from her seat after getting shot before she had passed out once again. The dream she was having was anything but good. The whole thing was replaying in her head. She was tied up unable to move. the room was dark and all the people she knew were tied up as well in one big circle. Katherine, Freya, Russel, Dorian, the man the other girls called Geoff. She panicked. One by one they were shot in front of her and there was nothing she could do about it.

“Hannah…" That was right. She was next. She was scared. Knowing her friends would be okay gave her some type of strenght to be brave but seeing them all dead had taken all of that bravery away from her "Hannah it’s me, Freya. I have some water.” A familiar voice snapped her back to reality just before she was shot in her nightmare.

Hannah Gasped for air. She felt her chest as she expected a burning pain. A bullet. However the only pain she felt was in her throat which was awfully dry. She started to cough right away looking up at the person who had spoken to her. Freya. Oh thank god. " Freya..!" she let out in between her coughs. " I am so glad you're here!" she added. She felt a bit light headed as the anxiety and emotions were still very fresh. She noticed the water and nodded as she took the glass drinking the water. It made her throat feel a bit better and it was enough to make her stop coughing as she caught her breath. " Oh my god.." she said softly as she held her chest as there was still red confetti on her clothes.
She looked at her friend and nodded slowly. " uhm.. Yes.. I guess so" she said. She was not okay. her body hurt and she felt extremely anxious. However she could imagine freya did not feel better. " How about you? how are you holding up?" she asked in a soft tone.

[Freya Alexander]

Freya’s entire body froze, seeing her friend similarly splutter for air as she had; the effects of the drug wearing thin on their poor bodies. She noticed the terror-induced state Hannah awoke in, and a crippling of shame crawled up her back for awaking her. Placing a hand delicately on her arm, she was quiet as she let her force the oxygen back into her lungs in silent helplessness, Freya’s mouth set into a thin line. She knew the repercussions of night-terrors when she saw them – having woken up to a fair few herself – and knew all she could do was reassure the poor woman. Just let her know she was no threat, and she’d be there for her.

As soon as she began speaking, a brave smile crossed her lips. Her face softened and the warmth returned to Freya’s eyes. She squeezed Hannah’s arm softly, letting her drain the contents of the glass as she could. As soon as she had finished, Freya placed the glass on the table again, before sitting down next to her.

She definitely… did not seem okay. Red confetti coating the girl’s clothes, Freya let out a disgusted sound at the sight of it, incredulous to what had just happened to them. She’d had hoped it to have all been some ridiculous dream, but that bright red confetti – blood red – was a reminder as to the sick game they’d been put through. Disgusting.

“Oh, Hannah, I’m alright; don’t worry about me,” she smiled delicately. It was a convincing of her, and Freya knew she had to be brave for her friend in these dire circumstances. She knew not to lie down to that fear that was gripping her heart. “I am… pretty okay. I mean, spooked out of mind, but what can I do?” she laughed softly, running a stressed hand through her tight pink curls as she turned away to fix her clothes.

“Look at this place… I mean, it’s not bad but it feels like a motel down south, don’t you think? What do you think they were trying to say with all the… uh… red?” She nodded towards the bathroom. “No toilet, either. Wonderful.”

Breathing a ragged sigh, the girl swallowed the lump accumulating in her throat, tightening her jaw until it ached. “What… what do you think just… happened?” she asked, regarding the whole affair with the man in the tuxedo; the gun; the confetti.

“It doesn’t seem real, does it?”

[Hannah van de Berg]

As hannah held the glass and tried to catch her breath a bit she noticed how freya gently took the glass from her and put it away while trying to calm her.

Even in her scared state of being it did not slip her mind how kind and thoughtful the younger girl was to her. "Thank you.." she said softly feeling like her heartbeat was slowing just a little.
Taking some more deep breaths Hannah looked around her taking in her surroundings. She felt bad hearing freya say that she was scared " I can not say I blame you" she said as she breathed out. She looked back at freya. " I feel like we got into some kind of horror movie" she admitted as she tried to move some of the glitter away from her chest.

" one thing is for certain.. I sure as hell did not sign up for this or pay for this motel" she agreed. Especially not some kind of.. low budget valentine suite. "Are there any windows to look out of? " she asked. Upon hearing the room had no toilet the woman frowned. No toilet. In a hotel room? That was strange. "Then I do not believe this is a motel.." she said softly as she tried to get up.

As Freya adressed the topic of what happened before they passed out, hannah could feel her stomach turn as the true adrenaline and fear were now catching up to her. "I.. have no clue." The brunette told the pink haired girl. "I truely thought I was a goner" Hannah admitted. "The man said he was forced.. but why? Who would force us into russian roulette? " she tried to think of people who could have a grudge towards her. " I assume the door is locked?"