This is my first story, so at least try to be nice. This is probably hard to follow or whatever, so I'll try to explain. Courtney's mom was a part of the mob in New York until she met Courtney's dad. When she got pregnant and had Courtney, she tried to leave. While she was still in the hospital, it was burned down and she was killed. So Courtney lived alone with her father until he got remarried. Duncan moves in across the street with his adoptive parents and brother, Max.

I don't own TDI. If I did, I wouldn't be putting my story on here.

Missing
(DPOV)

Slowly, quietly, I stepped into the dimly lit room. It was empty, save the piles of bones and still-rotting corpses, cold, and utterly lifeless. Although, in the very back corner, chained onto the wall, was a near-dead teenage girl who looked vaguely familiar. Hesitantly, I took another step into the chamber, sidestepping a pile of unmoving bodies in the process. The place reeked of ammonia and rotting flesh, but I ignored it. I was drawn to the familiar girl hanging on the wall. Maybe, if I was lucky, she would still be alive.

Breathing through my nose didn't have any affect on the vomit inducing odor that made the air feel thick and heavy. I fought against the dizziness and nausea and trudged on, nearly tripping over a few detached limbs along the way.

After what felt like an eternity of weaving between piles of dead people, I finally reached the brick wall at the back of the room. I nearly jumped out of my skin when the girl looked up at me. But when I saw her face, I was overcome with such strong emotion, I couldn't move.

Her skin was ghost pale and covered in dirt. Cuts and scratches covered the vast majority of her face, and more likely than not, were all becoming infected from the dirt. Dark circles were visible under her eyes. The jeans she wore-- once a pale gray-- were now charcoal covered and torn. Blood was dried in circles around all the cuts and holes in the pants and her black, sleeveless shirt. Her bare arms were dripping with streams of the thick, red liquid oozing out of her wrists which were supporting all her weight, hanging by the two bloody chains.

But, by far, the most frightening, disturbing thing about her was her eyes. Her once emotion-filled, innocent eyes were flat, black, and dead. As she gazed at me through those, empty, lifeless eyes, all I could do was stare back into them. My mind slowly began to fog and my vision clouded over. It wasn't until she looked away that I realized I hadn't been breathing.

"Who did this to you?" I chocked the words out, barely capable of speaking.

Courtney just looked down and sighed.

For the third day in a row, I woke up in a cold sweat. Every time I close my eyes, all I can see is that face. It's been five days since she disappeared. We all knew something was going to happen. If only we would've known what was coming. Maybe we could've avoided this. Now all I can do is pray to God that these dreams aren't a reality.

A couple of months before this all started, Courtney started having nightmares where she was kidnapped and tortured... At first, neither of us thought much of it. Gradually, they stated to become longer, more detailed, and much more graphic. Her reoccurring nightmares became so realistic that no one could wake her up. She eventually started refusing to sleep and stayed up all night. As the days passed, her face turned a sickly, pale color. The dark circles under her eyes became more prominent against her paling skin.

Nearly everyday, at least one teacher would send her to the nurse's office, but she always refused to lie down. Eventually, they grew aggravated and called Courtney's parents. Things continued to snowball like that for the next month or so.

Then, she started disappearing every few days. Whenever I asked her why, she tell me, "I'm stressing everyone out. They deserve a break." As the days continued to pass by, she lost her appetite and, with that, the energy to function. After a month and a half had passed, she stopped coming out of her room, except at night. Soon after, her nightmare came to life and she disappeared.

Thanks for reading... Sorry its so short. I have a life too you know. Well, not really. I blame school. Oh well. Anyway, review if you want. Let me know if you have questions.