The Key

Today’s writing prompt...

Alice tried to remember who had given her the key.  She stood on the porch, key in the lock, ready to open the door.  But instead she paused.  Questions ran through her mind.  How did she get here?  Whose house was this?  Where was she? 

Looking around her she saw nothing.  It was quiet.  No cars, no children playing, no dogs barking.  It was as if she was in a ghost town.  The only thing she was heard was a slight ringing in her ears.  She rubbed the back of her head and felt something sticky.  When she looked at her hand, she knew what it was as soon as she saw it.  Blood.  Her legs began to give out on her; but she steadied herself on the bench next to the door.  

Her mind raced wanting to locate her last memory; but she couldn’t quite lock in on it.  

She felt something heavy on her shoulder and realized it was a duffle bag.  Hoping it was hers she opened it up and began going through it.  There was clothes, books, and a wallet.  She was about to open up the wallet when she saw a purple velvet pouch.  She pulled back the strings and inside was a folded piece of paper.  She opened it up and read it.

Alice,

If you are reading this, you have escaped again.  You probably don’t remember anything, but this is your house.  Your safe house.  Use this key to get in and get some rest.  You were drugged and things are a bit cloudy for you. When you wake up you will remember everything.  But for now you will have to trust me, trust yourself and just open up the door.

Alex

Alice looked around once more before she opened the door and stepped inside the house...