The Family Home: Prologue
Friday 20th June
Sally’s eyes opened to complete blackness. Where was she? Did it matter? She was so tired, so very tired. She’d just close her eyes for another few moments and then try to work out what was happening. When she woke again, she was still in the dark. A voice in her head was yelling, trying to tell her something. What? Something crucial to remember about where she was, but she couldn’t grasp the thought. Maybe it wasn’t important. She just wanted to sleep, but the voice wouldn’t stop yelling.
Wake up! Wake up!
But it was too hard. She needed to go back to sleep.
Wake up! Wake up!
Sally attempted to sit up, but she couldn’t. She tried to move her hands, but they
seemed to be tied together. She struggled to lift them, but they didn’t reach very far.
Something was in the way. It felt like material. Was she wrapped in a blanket? The soft drowsy feeling crept over her again, so she closed her eyes. She’d figure everything out later, when she woke up properly.
Wake up! I must wake up!
Her eyes opened again. It was still dark. Where was she? Then she felt herself being dragged. Someone was moving her.
‘Help me!’ she cried, again and again as she was bumped over uneven ground.
Suddenly, there was a falling sensation. The breath left her body as she hit the bottom.
Sally screamed. ‘Let me out! Who are you? Why are you doing this to me?’
She could barely move. The material was all around her. She was in a cocoon. Who put her here?
Lifting her hands as far as they would go, she tried to rip her way through the material, but it wouldn’t give.
‘Oh no, you don’t! You’re staying down there.’
Sally knew that voice. Her memories returned with sickening clarity. She had to
escape now or she would die in this hole, but she couldn’t move. Couldn’t get her hands free.
And then she felt clump after clump of earth land on her body.