WARNING: This story is not meant for anyone under the age of thirteen… And that's pushing it.
WARNING: This story contains DARK themes.
WARNING: This story may contain physical and mental abuse.
WARNING: This story is psychologically frustrating at times. Like… A lot.
WARNING: You may get mad and want murder me at times in this story.
WARNING: Have I annoyed y'all with the warnings yet? Ha Ha Just kidding!
Hello everybody this is my new story, hope you enjoy…. I think that's all the warnings… For now *mwahahah-cough cough*… sorry had something stuck… in my throat. Okay, I'm done. Sorry its kind of short! Oh, and I was being nice by putting the definition of the story below, I hate it when people make me look things up so it's down ther. Okay I'll let you guys read now so you don't slit my throatJ
Enjoy:
stock·holm syn·drome
Noun:
Feelings of trust or affection felt in many cases of kidnapping or hostage-taking by a victim toward his or her captor.
I am a completely normal girl. A plain Jane. I don't know why they- whoever they are- would do this to me. I was a good person. I didn't party every weekend, I got good grades, I didn't break the rules, and I was nice to everyone. I guess this is where the saying 'bad things happen to good people' comes into play. Because I was truly not a bad person, how could this happen to me?
I guess I should start from the beginning, which would be today after school. I had just finished my after school tutor session and was on my way to pick up my little sister, Eva, from preschool. As I passed through the campus, many of my teachers and classmates greeted me, "Bye Cammie, see you tomorrow in bio." Or "See you at soccer practice." I smiled kindly at everyone that greeted me. To be honest, I hated people. They were so agitating and demanding. I swear, if my mother hadn't raised me properly, I'd be a bitch. And I'd probably like it too *insert shrug*.
Okay, I side-track a lot, sorry. So, I finally reached my used car and placed my backpack and purse in the back, surprisingly, the parking lot was eerily empty, even if it was a secluded part of the school, it never seemed this lonely. I didn't think much of it in that moment. Even though deep down I knew, you know that feeling you get, when you know something terribly wrong is about to happen? I could feel it deep under my skin, but I just chose to brush it off as paranoia. Let me tell you something right now, always trust your gut. Sadly, I had to learn this the hard way.
I was just about to open the front door when I felt someone's arm slip around my waist with a firm grip. I froze just as the person's other hand covered my mouth with a cloth. I had seen enough crime movies to know not to breathe, but I had to trick them. I pretended to fall limp with my eyes closed and made sure to keep my chest moving up and down, as if I were asleep… or knocked out, they both work interchangeably in this situation. Then, the man (I know, call me sexist, but I just had a feeling this person was a man) slung me over his shoulder as if I were a sack of potatoes. How rude.
I thought it was safe to open my eyes but remained limp. Yep, this was definitely a guy carrying me. Hmm, where exactly was he taking me? I looked around while remaining inconspicuous. We were headed towards a sleek black SUV were another man who wore all black and seemed to have an domineering aura was standing with the door held open.
The realization that I was being abducted seemed to hit me all at once. I couldn't let this happen to me. I am only eighteen for fucks sake! The urge to escape soon over took me. I tried to grasp free from the man's tight hold. "What the hell?" He cursed as he realized I wasn't out cold as he had interpreted. I kicked and screamed bloody murder but it was useless, he was too strong for me, and no one was around to hear me.
I was roughly thrown into the awaiting vehicle and the two men entered the car, there was a third sitting at the wheel, but I couldn't really become aware of my surroundings as man number 2 (the one that was waiting at the door) smirked and said, "Make sure she's out for real this time."
Man number one (the one that actually took me) wasted no time in placing the cloth over my mouth again. "Breathe." He ordered. I shook my head 'no' as I trembled in fear. "Breathe." He said again with more force. I tried protesting again. I was running out of breath, I knew I couldn't hold it much longer. Suddenly, I gasped for air. The cloth had a sickly sweet smell on it and all around me my world started fuzzy at first, but then turned pitch black.
And that my lovelies, is how I got here *insert sarcastic smile*. 'Here,' just in case you were wondering, happens to be a blindingly white room. Seriously, it has a fluffy carpet, walls, bed sheets, a couch, a dresser, all white. I know some people might find that soothing or whatever but I didn't. It is so unnerving. Oh, to make it better, someone is turning the door knob. This is just my cup of tea.
So? What did you think? Let me know! Reviews motivate me! Sorry it was so short, just had to get things started. They will be longer!Oh, and if you happen to be wondering about my other story Politics, just read the most recent chapter…. Sorry about that. Okay, you know the drill; REVIEW, FAVORITE, PM, all that good shizz! I love input!
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CherryRedLips