michellewebster (michellewebster) wrote in mysticjournal, @ 2023-04-22 20:24:00 |
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Michelle's Journal Entry #1
Dear Amanda,
You may never see this letter. I don't know that you'll ever see me again. I don't know where I am.
Well, that's not exactly true. I'm on an island in the Mediterranean. But not one I recognize. Not one that's on any map I've ever studied. I can't even be sure it's our world. Let me explain.
I was on my way to pick Henri up at the airport. He was flying in for a visit. And yes, by "visit" I mean a weekend-long debauch where we never leave my bed unless absolutely necessary. I don't know what I'll tell him, if and when I see him again. The truth, I suppose, no matter how bizarre it sounds. I stepped through my front door--and into a coffee shop. One I'd never seen before. One that I learned was on an island in the Mediterranean. One I've never heard of, as I said. When I turned, the doorway opened out into the street. No sign of my house, or Barcelona, at all.
I was met almost immediately by a waiter who handed me a phone and laptop, a debit card loaded with $15,000, and a key to a beach house that he said now belonged to me. He couldn't or wouldn't tell me where I was, but said that there was no way off the island for me. That I was trapped here. I considered being more...insistent about answers, but we were in public, in the coffee shop. So he walked away unharmed.
It didn't take long to learn--via posts on a network my (new) phone can access--that I'm not alone in this. There are others here who've been snatched from their day-to-day lives as well. None of us know how, or why (or if any of them are in on it, they're claiming ignorance). There has been no ransom demand, no threats. No attempts to enslave us, or hand us over to sex traffickers. Not so far, anyhow. The waiter did say that the fifteen grand was it. I'd eventually have to find a job to support myself.
It's weird. It's like we were kidnapped to just...continue our lives here. Is it an experiment? Are we the unwitting stars of some Truman Show knock-off? I don't know.
I appeared here between one step and the next. There's nothing in my life to suggest that that was even a remote possibility. I have no idea how it was done. So no idea how to undo it. I haven't given up on trying to escape the island. I'm not going to take "it can't be done" on faith. But if it's true, I'm stuck here indefinitely. Hence, not knowing when or if I'll see you again. But I hope so.
Yours,
Michelle