Lara was playing a lighthearted, yet haunting melody on the piano that Daren owned. She closed her eyes, allowing herself to get lost in the song. Lately she had been trying to be a a bit more gentle, but not to protect herself, for the most part, or Daren, but a smaller life. A more breakable one. One that only she had Daren knew existed. She didn't like feeling fragile, but she never complained.
Daren was still sleeping, and she played quietly so she wouldn't wake him. When she heard noise at the door, she stood up quickly, and stumbled forward slightly. Her balance had been off lately, too. The man that tended to the garden walked into the room, and she watched him carefully. He had always kind of creeped her out. "Can I help you?' she asked him, warily. Before she had time to react, he had her wrists tied together and he threw her over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. "Get go of me!" She yelled, and she heard a stirring from the other room. Was Daren awake. "Nope. He was drugged." He told her, answering her silent question as he pushed a needle into her calf. She thrashed about, trying desperately to free herself. By the time he pulled out the needle, her limbs felt heavy and her eyelids drooped. Still, she fought on weakly until she couldn't move her limbs at all. "Why are you taking me?" She murmured, as he put her in a black van. "The people who raised you want your child." She said nonchalantly, as though it didn't matter at all. She curled up her lip and growled. "You wish." She muttered, before being forced to sleep.