I don’t know what day it is or even where I am. I’m scared. I met Sam at the bowery where we had had our first date. That night, he had arranged for us to have a candlelight dinner overlooking the lake. It was the perfect, romantic date night.
I remember that we were hiking, and Sam was showing me the different types of flora that were native to this region. I ached to take pictures, but I had forgotten both my phone and camera at home. Sam led me down a side path to a waterfall and when I thought he was about to kiss me. Everything went black.
When I woke up, I was here. Wherever did that happen to be? The room was elegant and yet devoid of warmth. The walls were painted a cool blue-gray. The carpeting was dark and thick and a shade of blue that I didn’t recognize. I squeezed my eyes tight and curled up in a little ball, wishing myself back to the relative comfort of Nana’s house. If it worked for Dorothy, it should work for me.
Unfortunately, it didn’t work. I woke up an hour or so later only to find a tray with breakfast and my bag, complete with you, sweet diary, inside.
(Late Same Day)
I had my first visitor today. A maid came into the room to fetch my breakfast tray. She looked a few years older than me and wore a black and white maid’s uniform like you see in the movies.
“Hi,” I manage, as she entered. “Can you tell me where I am? I want to go home.”
The maid looked at me like I was dumb. “You are home, Miss.”
I could feel a panic attack starting to brew inside me. “No. No. I don’t live here. I want to go home.”
“It’s not safe for you to leave,” replied the maid, as a matter of fact. I didn’t like the way she turned her nose up at me. “You should know that.” Her gaze softened when she saw me start to rock back and forth. “Put yourself at ease, Miss. Master promised to explain everything when he returns. He asked us to grab a bag of personal items for you to make you more comfortable.”
My mind was reeling, I was being held prisoner in a fancy room from two hundred years ago by an unknown “Master”. I tried to pry the maid for more information, but she kept insisting that the “Master would explain everything once he returned.”
“Can you at least tell me the date today?” I asked Fiona. (I forgot to mention earlier that her name is Fiona. I managed to get that much out of her.)
“It’s the 9th, Miss.”