"I lost myself again/Like the dead of the night, the dead of the night," James Durbin Deeper.
Chapter 1
The school bell rings, the ending of class. Collecting my belongings, I place them in my Hello-Kitty messenger bag. I walk out of class slightly hunched over with my head down trying to stay invisible.
I bump into some people and mutter an apology. They only tell me to watch where I'm going. Keeping my head down I nod in reply and continue onward. A few moments later I lift my head to see the exit. I pick up my speed only to get stop by a group of five guys.
"Where do you think you're going," asks Ry -the leader- with a sneer. His brown eyes narrow almost to slits.
"Did you actually think we would forget what you did at lunch to us," asks Siouko glaring at me.
"I apologized," I squeak out. "I didn't mean to."
"Lies," Ry says snapping his fingers. "You guys know what to do with her."
I gasp as they start snickering. Ry's face splits in a huge grin. With wide blue-grey eyes, I quickly spin on my heel and start running. I can hear them shouting as they start chasing me down the hallway. The other students move out of the way not bothering to help. They either continue to exit school, or stand by and watch. Some of them even have their phones out recording.
I turn into another hallway looking for a teacher. Any adult that will be able to help me. My messenger bag slams against my legs slowing me down. One of them says that they're almost caught up with me. I push myself to run faster.
One of the other students nearby accidently –at least that's what I tell myself- bump into me. I start stumbling then trip over my own feet. Unable to stop my momentum I crash into an opening door. Pain scratches its claws against my face. I fall backwards landing on my back, causing the air in my lungs to leave in a gasp. Pain then proceeds to stab my backside.
"What's going on," ask a teacher closing the door and looking down at me. "You should know better than to run inside the hallways."
"I-I'm sorry," I stutter, slowly sitting up and bring my hand to my face making sure I'm not bleeding.
"Are you okay," the teacher asks with a sigh, moving his glasses closer to his dark brown eyes. He runs his hand through his messy mob of brown hair.
"I think so," I reply with a slow nod.
"If that is the case, then please go home now," he says then proceeds to turn around. I look behind me to see Ry with his group of friends waiting.
"Wait," I call out quickly getting up to chase after the teacher.
"Not so fast," I hear Ry whisper into my ear as his hand covers my mouth.
I try struggling out of his grasp, but it's no use. His friends walk over to me. Two of them grab my legs and the other two grab my arms. I continue to try and struggle. Ry slaps me across the face. My eyes widen in shock as the pain stings across my cheek. Using my shock as an opening they start walking, carrying me down the hallway. Nobody stops us, and Ry keeps looking around to make sure to not get caught by the teachers.
"Let me go," I yell over my shock, and hoping one of the administrators hears me.
"Shut the hell up," Siouko says glaring at me with blue eyes.
Taking a deep breath, I let out the loudest scream I can manage. Everyone in the hallway freezes. I continue screaming when I hear the sound of running footsteps echoing in the hallway coming to our direction. With panic Ry punches me in the jaw and the five guys start running in the opposite direction. Ry then places his hand over my mouth trying to keep me quiet. Instead I go back to struggling, and even though my voice is muffled I continue screaming.
After a few minutes, with my pointless screaming and struggling the five guys stop in front of a door. They look at each other smirking. Ry removes his hand and grabs a backpack off one of the guys. Opening it up the bag he pulls out some tape and rope, his brown eyes daring me to try something. Narrowing my blue-grey eyes, I take another deep breath to scream, but at the snap of his fingers the guys drop me to the ground.
"Hold her still," Ry demands. Just as I start getting up they all put their hands on me.
"Let go," I scream trying to once again struggle.
"Not happening," Siouko says smirking.
"Go to…."
Before I can finish the sentence Ry places duct tape across my mouth. He then proceeds to wrap it around my head. While doing that I can feel the others tying rope around my ankles and wrist. Still nobody bothers helping or calling for help. They just leave, the once crowded hallways now only holding a few dwindling students.
After a few minutes, -I didn't quit in my struggling- the guys move away from me. They look at one another and start grinning. I glare at them and they shrug their shoulder not caring.
"As punishment for what you did to us at lunch," Siouko starts saying. Ry starts speaking, finishing the sentence as he opens the door.
"You'll be stuck in here until someone finds you," Ry says pushing me through the door.
My body slams against a lot of shelves. My eyes try adjusting to the dark closet. The guys laugh, high fiving one another.
"You'll be stuck in there for a while since no one really cares if you go missing," Ry says.
"Enjoy your stay," Siouko says with a cackle. "Next time you won't run into us spilling your food."
The guys then proceed to throw some sort of thick sticky liquid on me. Ry pulls out a flashlight. He turns it on then throws it towards me. I move my head back so not to get hit. Snickering, the guys close the closet. The sound of a click echoes in the small closet.
I start to battle against my bindings as I hear them walking away laughing. The rope rubs painfully against my exposed skin. Growling as loudly as I can, I try throwing my body against the shelves hoping the noise will get someone's attention.
Time, seems to crawl by, or maybe it's not moving. That's ridicules to think, of course time is moving. Time is constant it can't just stop moving. It sure does feel like that though. All I know is that my body aches. My stomach is growling begging for food. Whatever the guys pour on me is now stuck to my body like glue. It sort of is making my stomach twist with its sickly sweet smell.
Anyways, I have no clue how much time has pass. I have been able to successfully move my tied arms from behind to in front of me. Now, I'm just twisting and turning my raw wrist around to get them out, or at least loosen the ropes a bit. Okay, I just want it untie so I can get the ropes off my ankles and remove the tape.
My phone starts going off, playing 'Whatya Want from Me' by Adam Lambert. With my bound hands I try opening my messenger back. By the time I get it open the phone stops playing. I wait for a moment and it goes off again. Quickly, I rummage through my bag until my hand wraps around the phone. I pull it out just as it goes off.
Opening the phone I look to see who the miss calls were from. I find out they're from my mother. I put the phone back in my back knowing it's useless to try and tell her anything. One because I can't talk and two my phone doesn't do text messages. Even if I could talk, how will I explain any of this to her?
After what seems like hours –it could have been a few minutes- I'm finally able to remove my hands from the ropes. If I could I would sigh at having my hands free. I do a small debate with myself and decide the tape needs to come off first.
With that decision, I start pulling off the tape. My eyes water up from the pain as muffle cries of pain escapes. Taking a deep breath, I start pulling off the tape faster, unwinding it all until it's completely off. My cry echoes loudly in the closet as I drop the tape. I see some of my light brown hair on it and push it away from me.
As quickly as I can, I start undoing the rope on my ankles. When I'm finally satisfied that it's loose enough, I start trying to kick the rope off. Standing up I check to see if the door is lock. I grin –they must have thought there was no need to lock the door- and push it open. I met with a barley lit hallway. Holding my messenger back closer, I go to take a step out.
"Hey what are you doing here at this time of night," I hear someone asks as they shout.
I jump in the air letting out a scream. My feet fumble and the next thing I know my body is falling forward. Squeezing my eyes shut, I hold out my hands waiting for them to meet with the tile floor. Instead, it just feels like I'm falling forever and the sound of wind is rushing all around me. I dare to open my eyes only to once again scream for what seems to be the millionth time.
Author's Note: That is the end of the first chapter, and the start of many more to come. I thought it would be good to end on a cliffhanger. Not much about the character is known in this chapter. However, in the next chapter you will learn her name and more of what she looks like. Her profile will be up on my profile. As for the guys that locked her up in the closet; they will never be seen again…maybe.
Also Siouko is pronounced sue-ko.
Masashi Kishimoto owns any Naruto characters mention in this story. I only own the main character and the plot. Thank you to anyone who reads this, adds this to their favorites and/or alerts, and/or reviews. Stay tuned for the next chapter. ^.^