It has been a few days since I have seen her. I don't know if she is okay or if she is dead. Please, God, don't let her be dead!

I trudge across the field to the tree that we used to eat lunch at. I scratch at the beginnings of my beard. It has been a few days since I have shaved. Actually, I haven't shaved or properly taken care of myself since she was taken away. Huh, weird....

The habitat is silent as I sit down and lean my back against the aging tree. I remember a time, back when I was on Earth with Jerome. He always used to say "Shit happens for a reason."

What reason would he have for this? I'm just sitting here, doing nothing and Bella could be getting tortured or could be dead. There is no reason for her to be tortured. She isn't a bad person. Actually, she's the exact opposite of bad.

She's the light on a bright and sunny day. She brings happiness everywhere she goes. Even when she is having a bad day, she tries to make mine better. Her smile could bring any guy to their knees. Her hair could make you lose focus as the light hits it. I miss her. I miss her light snores as she sleeps on the red chair. I miss her laugh, a light hearty chuckle that could turn any grumpy old man into a smiling blushing fool.

Now the days are dreary and boring. Although it is bright and sunny, I feel like it should be storming. The sun does nothing to brighten my mood. The world doesn't deserve to be happy because Bella is missing. She is gone......

She is gone..........

"Drew.........." I murmur, waking up from that god awful dream. I open my eyes, instantly squinting, as the lights beat down on me and practically blind me.

"Ah, you're awake." A voice says to my right. Moving my head, I see it's just Nix...... Nix!?

"What's going on? Why am I strapped down?" I speak rapidly, as I try to slide my arms out of the straps.

"Well, my sweet, you had to be punished. You tried to run away and you can't do that, honey." He says, stroking my arm lightly. "I would like to say, though, that your screams were quite beautiful. They could be heard from two doors down. You have some powerful lungs."

What kind of sick fuck is he.....

"Fuck off." I say, building up enough spit in my mouth and spit at him. The saliva hits him square in the forehead and for a moment I'm proud. Then, reality comes crashing back in as I realized what I have done.

My head snaps to the left as a stinging sensation takes over my right cheek. He slapped me.

"Now that was quite rude, sweetheart." He says, wiping the spit off of his forehead. "Although, you do have great aim."

I give my most hateful glare but he seems unfazed by it. He stands up and crosses the nasty yellow room. He grabs a thin needle with some kind of liquid in it and then comes back.

"Now, this is just so you can remember not to run away again. Sweet dreams." He says, before sticking the needle in my arm.

The world quickly fades to black.