I wrote this story a really long time ago. I think it was like a year or two ago. It's all done and has been edit by I think 2 people. I don't remember who they were. It's been a long time. This story has some rap parts in it. It's not for everyone. I will be deleting My pack and I will repost it when I finish writing it. I will only post stories that I have finish from now on. So when I post a story it meanings it's finish and then you don't need to worrier about if I'm going to finish it or not. Tell me what you guys think of the first chapter.
My mom always told me never to talk to strangers.
She said, "If a stranger starts to talk to you, run away as fast as you can and get help."
Well, I always thought my Mom was being stupid. So like every kid, I didn't listen. Looking back on it now, I wish I had. Maybe then I wouldn't be in this mess.
I'm locked in a room. I don't know where I am or what's even going to happen to me. I was walking down the street minding my own business, when suddenly this guy stops me wanting help with something. Like the naïve child I was, I began to talk to him. The next thing I know, I am hit by something across the head and woke up here.
I wish I was in my room right now. Even more, I wish I were home with my family. My room, is my favorite place to go to when I'm scared or feeling lost. Then I think about how right now I would be at the dinner table eating one of my Dad's meals. My Dad makes the best food in the world. Then after dinner we would have family time in the living room. Then I wake up. I am not home. I am not having family night. I don't even know what day of the week it is. I think it is Sunday, but I can't be to sure about it. What I do know is that it's so cold right now and this place has a smell to it that I can't really make out.
God, I'm so scared right now. I am in this dark, cold place with nowhere to go. All I want is to go home. I should have listened to my Mom.
What is that noise? I think I heard someone. I start to grip on to my jeans. Oh my god! What if it's that guy. I hear the foot steps getting closer. Click! Click! Click! Then it stops. I think my heart is about to bust through my chest. I see the doorknob turn slowly. I close my eyes out of fear of not wanting to see what is going to happen.
Suddenly, I hear a soft voice call out into the dark.
"It's okay I wont hurt you " the girl said.
She put her hand on mine. I start to shake thinking she might hurt me.
"Hey. It's okay. I promise I won't hurt you." She stays quiet a moment and I try to relax but can't.
She than turns to me and asks, "How did he get you?"
I didn't answer. I think she knew I was to scared too. She then sat next to me against the wall and said, "I've been here for along time. So long that I don't even know what day it is,"
I just stare at her in silence.
"I'm Ashley Davies. What's your name? " she said.
I still didn't speak.
She then places her hand over mine and for a minute I felt safe.
"I'm.. I'm.. Spencer....Carlin, " I said stuttering. I stutter when I get nervous. Then the stuttering turns into the shakes, which is what I am doing now. Shaking. Ashley sees this and puts her arms around me. And I sink into them. I sink into her.
She holds onto me tight as she talks.
"It's nice to meet you, Spencer."
I nod my head. I can't seem to stop shaking. I can't tell anymore if it's from being afraid or from being cold. I think it might be both. Ashley tries to keep me warm by rubbing my arms up and down. I start to cry and she just holds me tighter whispering words I so desperately want to believe, " Its okay."
I look up trying to see what she looks like, but it's to dark too.
"How is it okay! I'm trapped in here with nowhere to go! I might die!" I screamed at her.
She dropped her arms from around me, and stood up.
"You know, you're not the only one who is trapped in here," she said walking away.
I upset her.
"Try being here for as long as I have! I've been here months! You've only been here, what for a day! I was just trying to help!" she said still yelling at me. Then, she was gone. As quickly as she entered the room, she exited. And I was left alone. Again.
Shit! I feel horrible now. I shouldn't have yelled at her. I don't know what's wrong with me. All I know is that I am alone again, and scared more that I was the first time. I close my eyes tight. I never want to open them again. I close them tight, hoping this is all a dream . And when I open them, I will be back in my room. Safe and warm. I rock back and forth, whispering to myself "This is just a bad dream. It's just a bad dream."