Je suis confus. Je ne sais pas ce qui s'est passé. Je ne sais pas pourquoi ça s'est passé. À mon grand déplaisir, mes premières pensées solides étaient peut-être que papa avait raison. Il ne pouvait pas avoir raison avec toutes ses théories de fin de monde!
Je me frotte la tête et je sens une douleur aiguë sur le poignet. J'observe un bandage autour d'elle et j'essaie rapidement de me rappeler si je me blesse. Mais mes souvenirs sont partis pour un moment incertain. Peut-être un jour, peut-être une semaine? Ça dépend du temps que j'ai passé sur ce lit inconfortable. Mon dos me fait mal, alors je l'étire dans toutes les directions.
Je prends le téléphone d'une main et la hache dans l'autre et pense à tout ça.
C'est une situation que je ne peux pas contrôler. C'est sûr. Un regard autour de la pièce me donne la possibilité soit de rester ici ou de partir par la seule sortie là-bas est, la porte.
J'ai pensé que je reverrais le texte de près. La première chose que je trouve étrange, c'est mon anniversaire. Était-ce une blague ou ai-je vraiment dormi toutes les semaines jusqu'à mon anniversaire?! Cependant, j'essaie de comprendre ce que ces signes bizarres signifient. Mais en fin de compte, je décide que ça doit être un peu un anniversaire. Fais ce que tu veux. Si c'est le cas, je décide de partir d'ici.
Je suis très sûr que je suis d'une façon ou d'une autre surveillé. J'ai juste ce sentiment. Mon esprit essaie de tout traiter et de rester clair. Mais lentement, j'ai l'impression que la situation est dangereuse.
La panique s'élève à l'intérieur de moi, mon cœur bat rapidement à un rythme incroyable jusqu'à ce que je ne puisse entendre que mon propre coeur battre. Je respire et je m'éteins, en essayant de me calmer. Cette situation est folle. On dirait que quelqu'un m'a kidnappé! Mais ce n'est pas possible. Je pense à ce qu'ils pourraient vouloir de moi, mais je n'arrive qu'au point où je crois que ce psychopathe aime jouer aux jeux.
La meilleure chose que je puisse faire est d'étudier un moyen de survivre à ça. Je m'assois par terre et je vérifie mon corps. En plus du bandage du poignet, je n'ai pas l'air blessé. Je dois recueillir autant d'informations que possible. Alors je commence lentement à défaire le bandage pour voir de quel genre de blessure je souffre.
Name: "Cleo" (Cleopatra Stardust Hasting)
Age: 20
Gender: Female
Appearance:

Better known looking like this.

Now she rather goes like this and hopes nobody will recognize her.
Personality: Emotional, easily hurt, very naive, desperately seeking for love, confident, brave
Backstory: Cleo was born to an old, rich family. Everybody knows the last name Hasting. Her family was one of the left over royals, that had made it through the centuries. Her mother Linda was a strict woman, who cared the most about image and popularity. She was a famous model, pictures of her were everywhere around the world. Her father Hoziar Hasting IV was a crazy scientist. Crazy indeed. He believed that all of them were in dear danger at all times, being asked why he thought that, he would flip and yell the "obvious" dangers in the world to their family. He was a loving father nevertheless - that is when he was home. He worked almost 24/7 on some projects he never talked about. Still Cleo loved him dearly. He taught her how to play chess and sometimes he would let her win.
Being protective as much as he could, he ordered that his little princess would learn defense and offense of any kind from a young age on. So Cleo learn how to fight and protect herself. When she reached the age of 8, her father taught her how to use several different guns and their bonding time would be whenever he got the chance to give it a few shots with his daughter.

Her mother on the other side was too focused on the image her only daughter would throw onto the family. As soon as the girl could walk, she put her in any class she found "presentable". And so Cleo learnt how to dance and do arts and she had music class where she would be taught several intruments and singing. Karate class, gymnastic and swim class were on the list too. And nothing less but perfection was acceptable.
The girl was very lonely, she didn't get to go out to play and make friends at all. Whenever her mother decided to step out with her tons of cameras appeared, and their desitnation was always either a shopping ceter, a spa or another of her classes.
Cleopatra was home schooled and received top grades, since nothing less was acceptable.
But that trapped her in the house while others went to catch the bus and talk with friends on the ride. She never had time to make any friends. She did meet some other kids in swim class and dance class, but was never able to meet up with them outside the classroom.
As a lonely child she came up with imaginary friends, until her mother caught her talking to "ghosts" and told her she would curse the house.
Several years later, when Cleo reached the age of 12, her father had one of his bad phases again. Thinking any minute the world would turn back into a jungle full of wild animals, he got someone to teach Cleopatra survival training. The young girl protested hard, but like always she had no say.
Cleo has been all up on the news and magazines since her birth. Wanting to change that, she left her family and went out on her own.
That was a few months back from now. Cleopatra changed her hair to a darker brown, she changed her whole appearance, named herself Cleo instead of Cleopatra and tried to live as a free woman. She worked at a ice cream shop, that served beverages and fish & chips as well. (Okaaaay.) She screwed up the first 15 days and the first 30 meals. But now she got the hang of it. (Dad should've taught me that instead!)
Talents: Duo to her intense training and classes, she is almost unbeatable to everything physical. On the other side of the table, she is not a great thinker and not good with words either. She has average knowledge, but maths and logic, even problem solving is hard for her. She is not afraid to attampt any kind of physical competition, she is confident about that. She is fast, silent on her toes and has great balance. Cleo is not afraid of highs at all, but she's very afraid of rejection - she wants to make friends badly.
Other: Cleo is bisexual, but had no experience in love yet whatsoever. And she still thinks she is straight. Cleo craves love and physical contact very much, since she had almost none all her life. (To her name: Cleopatra does not like her name. Her mother named her after Cleopatra, because she hoped the girl would turn out to be like her. Her father named her Stardust, because he was obsessed with astronomy when she was born. Cleo thinks that both are two very stupid reasons to name their child that, but she can't control that. Sadly.)