This wasn't sounding good. Kree was staying in a cell with the journal of a crazy man.
Tears came to her eyes as the seriousness of the situation finally hit her. She was stuck. There was no way out, and no one could hear her. She was going to rot in this cell all by herself.
She kicked the door one more time out of anger. There was nothing else to do, except read the journal of a crazed killer, and that was definitely not going to improve her mood.
She stopped. She could have sworn she heard a noise down the hall. Was she already being delusional? Was she now part of the insane?
The door slowly opened, and Kree stared at it for a few minutes before exiting. There was a young boy who was about her age, looking at her.
He was deadly pale and had blonde hair with light blue eyes, "Are you here to save me?"
"Save you from what?" Kree asked, even though she was pretty sure she didn't want to know.
"My dad," the boy looked at her for a minute, and then looked straight ahead and sighed, "You have no clue what I'm talking about, do you?"
Kree hesitated for a minuet and then shook her head, "No, I really don't."
"I guess I should start with my name-Jimmy Greene."
"I'm Kree." Kree said simply.
"My dad lives here," Jimmy continued, almost as if she hadn't spoken, "He's holding us hostage here."
"Us?" Kree raised an eyebrow.