(part one)
Ella left no trace, she left no note, for all anyone knew she had never existed. Her room was left cleaned, with all her personal stuff tucked away. If anyone walked into her room they would surley think it was just a spare room for guests. Not only would nobody know she was ever there, but Ella knew that nobody would ever care she was gone. Although her sister always asked for advice, those were the only times they ever talked. Ella's step dad was always away, leaving her step mother who was always busy with designing the latest fashion (which never turned out to actually be the lastest fashion). So most of Ella's time was spent in her room, staring at the clock.
On a warm morning in June, Ella had left. She grabbed her backpack and simply walked out the door unnoticed. The first thing she did was find a place to stay, which she had been thinking about for months. She would go to the woods that surrounded her small country town. There she would stay hidden until she would think of a better place. And so Ella set off, she walked the rock pathes to the woods. The walk was quiet. Not many people were out this early in the morning, which was good because no one asked where she was going. Until they did.
It was the click, click, click, of heels on stone that Ella knew she was caught. Her step-mother stood in front of her. "Just where are you going this morning little Ella?" Her step-mother fake designer accent was loud and annoyed."To the market, to get the...to get the umm, we ran out of milk, so yeah, to the market!" Ella tried to walk past her step-mother but was stopped by a hand bag to the face. "Ow, yeah ok not going to the market.." Ella replied, rubbing her forehead. Her step-mother, who's name was Margret, was a very stern person who always got there way, but Ella wouldn't let her get her way now. "I asked you a question my dear Ella,"Margret batted her eyes and pouted a little,"Are you going to answer it or not my dear Ella?" Ella looked up at her in disgust. "I'm not your dear little Ella you freak, get out of my way!" Ella shoved her step-mother aside. She had had enough of Margrets little lovey-dovey, Ella dear stuff. Ella kept on walking.
She was halfway to the woods, and about a mile from where she had seen her step-mother when the air dissapeared, or at least Ella couldn't breathe it anymore. Something was gripping her neck. Tight. Ella kicked and struggled, she managed to turn her head and see a crazy-eyed Margret holding a scarf around Ella's neck. She kicked back against her step-mother, managing to loosen the scarft enough to get a small, paniced breath, but then the scarf was back. She tried to kick again but she was being dragged. Ella was seeing spots now. Her head was spinning. She needed to get out of her step-mothers grip, she had to get out, she had to get out, she had to get... she had to...
Ella woke with a start. Her head ached and pounded. Everything was fuzzy. Ealla blinked a few times until everything was seen clearly. "Glad to see you awake dear." The voice filled Ella with rage. "What do you think your doing Margret? Where are we?" Ella demanded. "Oh, my little dear, we are somewhere where you cant get out my dear. You can't leave now, the fun has only begun, princess."Her step-mother pouted then smirked while saying the last part. "How did you..?" Ella's mouth gaped open. Her secret was somehow known. Would the mental hospital people be coming soon to take her to her cell?