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As the grogginess gradually faded away and she could see again, Molly after looking around realised she wasn’t in her own home any longer. She had no idea if she was in England, what day or time it was. Her memory was still very fuzzy. One thing she noticed was she was laying on the floor, whomever had put her there could have at least put her on the bed. Tears came to her eyes knowing that she might never see her family again. Silence was all around, nothing but the odd drip of water coming from a sink. It was the silence though that scared Molly the most, knowing that someone had probably left her there to die all alone. Getting up very slowly, letting the dizzy feeling pass Molly realised there was barely enough room for her let alone anything else. On one side of the dingy, smelly room was a bed, a toilet and wash basin opposite that. The toilet smelt of urine, and crap, amongst other things. There wasn’t even a table only an old chair that had seen better days. One of those hard back chairs, nothing comfy. To make matters even worse there were no windows.
Why was she there, why had someone taken her and put her in this dreadful place to begin with? Someone must hate her an awful lot. Did this person-persons want her dead? Too many questions, no answers.
Feeling faint Molly quickly laid down on top of the grimy blanket, not daring to get under the sheets in case they were full of bugs, and shut her eyes. All she wanted to do was curl up, go to sleep and never wake up. Laying there quietly, hardly daring to breathe, she started to slowly remember. Her thoughts took her back to the day she went and looked at some flats and then the house. The day were it all began…….