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Alexandra woke up slowly and sat up quickly as she tried to remember where she was. She put a hand up to cover her eyes, feeling disoriented and nauseous as the room around her appeared to spin. Stars seemed to explode behind her eyes and caused her head to ache but she stayed sitting up, closing her eyes for a moment behind her hand as she took several deep breaths. Perhaps she shouldn't have had so much to drink at the party the night before, she thought as memories came to her one by one. Quick flashes. Blurs. Many different emotions. She knew she had had a lot to drink, almost too much.

Suddenly she remembered something. A fight. She could vaguely remember having had a fight with her twin before she left the party. She didn't know what it was about, that part was fuzzy, but she knew she had been hurt deeply and this had caused her to leave. Alexandra had walked away from the house full of teenagers and loud music, walking until her feet hurt her but no tears had left her eyes since she had parted ways with her brother. She could only vaguely recall a quiet voice and her getting into a stranger's car but after this there was nothing. Blank. The drunken girl must have passed out in the person's car or something, she assumed as her memory refused to tell her anything more of the previous night's events.

Alexandra felt wrong somehow. Deep inside, her instincts told her she wasn't safe. She wasn't with friends nor family and thus the person, or people, could not be trusted. She wasn't even wearing the same clothes she had last night! She was wearing comfortable pajama pants and a spaghetti strap. Definitely not what she had worn the night before. She felt her heart speed up as she realized she had no idea where she was, her usually calm blue eyes appearing frightened as they glanced around the room and took in her surroundings. Alexandra was sitting in a bed that was pushed against a wall with a dark nightstand and a silver coloured lamp that had a pull chain sitting on it. There was a dresser across the somewhat smaller than average room that matched the nightstand's ebony colour. The dresser had a few regular items such as a hairbrush and body spray, coconut; her favourite. There seemed to be a toilet and mirror in the corner of the room and bars cover the tiny window she did seem to have. There was a large, heavy metal door that blocked the only entrance, and exit, to the room.

She felt her eyes widen as her fear grew and, though no one was in the room with her, she tried to push it away to clear her head and focus on what to do. She felt her head begin to ache even worse than before and slowly moved off the bed and from underneath the deep red comforter. The floor felt cool beneath her bare feet and the air felt the same on her bare arms. She had noticed something on the dresser, a book of a sort, and wanted to see what it was. She took a few steps and stopped, picking up the book in both hands as disbelief showed in her expression. Alexandra flipped through the pages, looking long and hard at each of the drawings inside before she dropped to the floor clutching the now closed book tightly to her chest. She felt tremors overtake her as one thought played over and over in her mind. By this time the young artist had realized she wasn't going to be able to leave.

My sketchbook.. It's mine.