Author's Note: This is my second story, but my first story in first person. Please review and tell me how I am doing, if you like/hate the story, anything would be appreciated.


Why did this happen to me?

My life was fine, it was normal... and now that was ruined and I'm never going to get that life back.

All because I decided to take a shortcut last night...

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Last night

I was walking home from the restaurant where we had celebrated my friend's birthday- sushi, it was delicious. We left around 8:30, it wasn't very dark outside, so I had decided to walk home against my friends wishes, I only lived a few blocks away from where we had eaten. Why waste money on a taxi when I had working legs?

I should have known.

The city I lived in wasn't known as a dangerous one. Yes, there was gang violence, but only within the themselves, there was never news of a citizen getting caught up in a fight or robbed. Besides, my neighborhood was safe, no crime had ever been done in the streets next to mine, so I had no reason to even believe my life was in harm's way, especially when the police station was so close by.

Shoving my hands into the pockets of my black peacoat, I tried to keep myself warm as possible, finding it hard with the crisp, fall breeze blowing against me. Yet, it was only more reason for me to make it to my apartment faster and turn up the heat since no one else was there to do it for me. I lived alone in an apartment off campus being eighteen years old and a freshman in college, it made sense for me to start being independent.

The closed off pockets of my coat weren't cutting it when it came to keeping my hands warm. Stopping for a moment, I took out my hands and blew hot air on them, anything to regain the feeling in my fingertips... that's when I first heard the footsteps behind me.

I froze in my spot, straining my ears to listen more closely to my surroundings. The footsteps continued for a few more strides until they stopped too. Without glancing back, I began walking again, my pace increasing soon after. And I could have sworn that the steps quickened behind me also and was that... a car? But I wasn't completely sure, not being able to hear much over the blood pumping in my ears.

The idea that this was all in her head, that she was just imagining being followed and the footsteps simply belonged to someone who was trying to get home too was a possibility- a strong possibility. As I thought it over, I began to convince myself that that was it. I was overreacting. And why would someone try to rob me? I was a college student, there wasn't much to steal.

Even with my new found confidence, it wasn't enough for me to slow down my walk to a normal pace or even dare look back at my follower. But either way, I was almost home, only a few more blocks... and I would be passing the police station soon, so there was no reason to worry...

Pulling up my arm, I tried to protect my eyes from the sudden headlights that had flicked on up ahead, leaving me practically blind and feeling like a frozen deer. Squinting my sensitive blue eyes, I peered ahead to see a silhouette of a figure stepping out of the car and walking towards me and even then the headlights were still shining on me as if they were a spotlight and I was center stage.

I was now very aware of the footsteps coming from behind me and the dark figure coming towards me, blocking off any path I took. And crossing the street was out of the question because if these people meant to hurt me, and I was sure they did, I knew they wouldn't be hesitant to hit me with the car.

Surprisingly, I wasn't freaking out- on the outside. My face stayed calm as I continued to walk. But I only guessed I was so calm because my body was so scared that it didn't have time for me to truly react to the situation I had gotten myself into.

It was when the man in front of me was only two doors away from crossing me that I turned on my heel, acting as nonchalant as I could, I walked into an alley that cut across the block and just so happened to be even closer to the police station. I could even see the lights on the other side.

I took two steps into the alley before I bursted out in a sprint, hoping that I would catch the men off guard enough to reach my goal before they reached me. And I knew if I had a good lead, they wouldn't be able to catch me. I was an athlete, I was built to run and to run away from people.

A smile began to spread across my face when I neared the end of the alley, I was going to make it... And then my hope was ripped away within seconds

Two more men stepped into the alley, blockading my freedom and safety. That was when the fear began to rack through my body, as I stumbled back and suddenly turned to escape the other way to only run into a solid chest. Strong arms wrapped around me, restricting me from pushing away. I opened my mouth to scream to only have his hand clamp over my lips, pushing a pill into my mouth simultaneously. I practically choked on the tiny object, but managed to swallow instead of it getting stuck in my throat. "Finally caught you. You're a fast one." The man that was holding me said, and though I couldn't see his face, I could still make out his triumphant smile. My eyes narrowed in rage, and I suddenly brought my knee up, making hard contact with his groin. Within moments, his grip loosened and he cried out in pain. Taking that as my escape, I pushed him to the ground to completely get him off of me and began to run.

I could feel my strength rapidly leaving my body as I ran, but I tried to push through the fog that was engulf my mind. The men seemed to notice me loosing control, so they didn't try to stop me from running. Which I guess was smart on their part since I made it only a couple of yards before I began to loose my sense of balance.

Darkness began to slowly seize my senses as I felt myself begin to fall... deeper and deeper. The last thing I remember was a pair of arms catching me before I slipped away.

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Present

That's all I remembered before I found myself in this bedroom. If I didn't consider myself a prisoner, I would have enjoyed staying here. It was a spacious room with a queen sized bed, closet, and vanity along with other trinkets clearly designed for a woman. 'Definitely bigger then the room I have now,' I thought as I let my eyes scan the room from the window seat I was currently sitting at. From the view of the window, it appeared that I was still in the city, but where exactly... Ugh, it hurt my head to think when I had to fight through this fog. But at least it was beginning to rise.

The first thing I noticed when I woke only an hour ago was that all of my personal items were gone except for the clothes I wore; my wallet, phone, purse, all of it... But I knew I shouldn't be surprised. If they went through all of this trouble, they should have stolen something.

I was still lost in thought when I heard a loud knock at the bedroom door, which locking had been the second thing I had done. "Come on, Girlie. It's time to come downstairs. We know you're awake.... Don't make me bust down the door." A rough voice ordered from the hallway.

My heart skipped a beat, as I hugged my legs to my chest, shaking with fear as tears threatened to fall from my eyes.

I am so dead....