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Chapter 1

Captured

My name is Allison McAlister. I'm fifteen years old and a kidnap victim. I have no family, at least none that know I'm alive. I remember the day I was taken like it was yesterday.

"Allison, come on! We want to be fashionably late not an hour late!" Lane was dragging me towards her boyfriend's car as I attempted to fix my hair before we got to the party.

We arrived at the party ten minutes late, not many people were there yet; Lane and I went to get drinks. I was about to grab a soda when a total cutie handed me a drink. I had never seen him before, but I didn't care, he was hot. I smiled a thank you at him then chugged the drink. It tasted kind of funny, but I kept on guzzling it down. I was just happy that a guy was looking at me, not Lane for the first time.

He grinned at me then pulled me away from Lane. He whispered in my ear saying, "Let's go some where…private." There was a hint of danger in his eyes that made him irresistible. Keep in mind that I'm not usually the kind of girl to go off with a total stranger, but I decided to make an exception just this once.

The world around me felt like it was spinning by the time we got to the front yard. I started to say that I didn't feel good when he kissed me. I felt my heart speed up. I knew that I should tell him to slow down a bit, but I felt so tired and dizzy I could barely stand.

When I started to fall over he very swiftly lifted me into his arms and carried me towards a car that I assumed to be his. I tried to say that we should go back to the party, but the words wouldn't come out. Once I realized what was happening it was too late. I was unconscious with a black bag over my head, my hands taped together, in the back of a stranger's car.

That's all I remember from the day I was taken. Once the drugs had worn off, I woke up in a home for teens who seemed to have gone crazy. I have scars that start on the side of my neck and wrap around my body, and end twisted around my right ankle. The people who kidnapped me used a cattle prod to scar me.

The physiatrist at the home think that I gave my self the scars when I became angry. They don't know my real name or who my family is. When I was first taken, my parents went out looking for me and were killed in a car crash. I had a twin brother but he died when he was born. The rest of my relatives think I'm dead, if only that were the case.

Whenever I get angry, which happens a lot, I have a surge of adrenaline that causes me to do things that I can't stop. For example, I can't stop my self from throwing a large table across a room. It's like my anger takes over and nothing can stop me until my anger has ceased, which can take hours.

The doctors and physiatrists think that I just have rage problems and that I'm too dangerous to be out in public. Frankly, I think their bunch of idiots who are too stupid to know their right from their left, but what do I know? I'm just a teenage girl who can't control her anger. The doctors told me that I will always have the scars from the cattle prod. The scars have faded a little bit so they aren't as bold, but you can still easily see them.

The nurses and doctors at the home refer to me as patient number twelve. I told them that I couldn't remember my name other than that my first name starts with an 'A'. For awhile that was true, but eventually I was able to remember my full name, but no one knows it. All the other patients just call me A.

I share a room or cell with a girl named Mary. All she and the doctors know is that her first name is Mary. She likes fire, a lot. She's not dangerous or anything, thought some would argue otherwise. The room down the hall from us has two girls named Emily and Isabelle. Emily doesn't know her name, so she chose the first name she could think of which was Emily. Isabelle's full name is Isabelle Fountain; her father is one of the doctors. Emily thinks that she can see the future, and Isabelle, personally I think everything is wrong with her, but the doctors say that she has multiple personality disorder.

There are three guys at the home. One of them is about to be released and his name is Brad. The other two are brothers, not biologically though. They were in the foster care for awhile, but then they were taken here. No one knows why their here. One of them, Derek, is pretty intimidating, and we know something is wrong with him but we don't know what. Then there's his 'brother' Blake, he seems perfectly normal. Then again, my definition of normal may be different from yours.

Every day, we all have an hour session with the physiatrist Mr. Marvin. Isabelle loves him, because he allows for her to have extra medication whenever she wants it. No one else likes him, because he makes you feel ashamed of whom you are, even though all the problems we have we have no control over.

I've been at the Lincoln Home for a week and a half now. I'm the newest 'member' of the loony bin. Everyone thinks I'm eighteen or older because of how I look. I'm five foot ten inches tall and I may be still growing. Mary likes to say that I've been blessed with boobs, I find it annoying. I don't have huge boobs, but compared to the girls at the Lincoln Home my boobs are more than huge.

On my first day at the home Isabelle told everyone that I think I have super human strength, which I don't, I just get an adrenaline rush. That seemed to get Blake's attention. Blake was cute and he actually talked to me. Guys at my old school only spoke to me if they were trying to get in bed with my friend Lane.

Before I was kidnapped I was only five feet four inches, flat chest, no muscle, and not a lot of anger. That changed very quickly once I was kidnapped. The doctors whose names, no one knows tell me that I just hit puberty later than others. I think that's a load of bull crap, but I'm not going to be the one to tell them. Something changed in me after I was kidnapped, I'm not sure what exactly changed, or how it was changed; all I know is that I changed big time and it had nothing to do with puberty.

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