p style="margin: 20px 0px; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Trebuchet, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: justify;"I knew there was something wrong. I'm so stupid. My feelings are always right and I didn't listen. It was my own fault, but now the others are in danger too. How can I be so stupid? How? My eyes feel lump and I don't have the feeling I can stay up much longer. I have to. If I don't stay awake there can happen anything. I don't know who's taken me over here, but I know I need to get out. Maybe he, or she, will kill me and the other boys. That would be terrible. The worst thing is that I know nothing. I really want to know, maybe it's better to know what I'm doing here and get killed then be in this room for, god knows how long. /p
p style="margin: 20px 0px; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Trebuchet, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: justify;"People always warned us. They mumbled things as "you're not safe in this world." And "do not trust your fans. They can be obsessed, they want to hurt you." Now it's to late to think about that. It was true, we needed to watch out for their fans and haters. We were gone and no one know where we are. Well that was what I though. Maybe the police come today. Maybe they can save us. I don't know if it's us anymore. The last time that I saw Michael, Ashton and Calum was yesterday. Maybe their save. God, I hope so. /p
p style="margin: 20px 0px; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Trebuchet, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: justify;"My eyes scan the room again. The walls are painted white, but that was a long. Nearly the whole wall is grey and on one wall there are a few dark spots. I don't exactly know what they are, but it looks scary. This room is scary and I'm afraid. Not for this room, but for the owner from the room. It seems like that person doesn't really like person. Of course, it can be a joke from friends, but I don't believe it is. It would be a very sick joke, though. I really want to believe it's a joke, 'cause that sounds reassuring. I need something to believe and that gives me faith. It's not that I believe it's some kind of joke, but I can hold the idea and hope that it gives. Maybe my fear is taking control of me, but I feel like I never got away./p
p style="margin: 20px 0px; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Trebuchet, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: justify;"strongemHey guys, this is the prologue of locked. I hope y'all like it! Sorry if it has spelling mistakes, English is not my original language and I also have dyslexia. I'm trying to update this story every week or even more, but I have school (ulg school sucks). /em/strong/p
p style="margin: 20px 0px; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Trebuchet, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: justify;"People always warned us. They mumbled things as "you're not safe in this world." And "do not trust your fans. They can be obsessed, they want to hurt you." Now it's to late to think about that. It was true, we needed to watch out for their fans and haters. We were gone and no one know where we are. Well that was what I though. Maybe the police come today. Maybe they can save us. I don't know if it's us anymore. The last time that I saw Michael, Ashton and Calum was yesterday. Maybe their save. God, I hope so. /p
p style="margin: 20px 0px; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Trebuchet, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: justify;"My eyes scan the room again. The walls are painted white, but that was a long. Nearly the whole wall is grey and on one wall there are a few dark spots. I don't exactly know what they are, but it looks scary. This room is scary and I'm afraid. Not for this room, but for the owner from the room. It seems like that person doesn't really like person. Of course, it can be a joke from friends, but I don't believe it is. It would be a very sick joke, though. I really want to believe it's a joke, 'cause that sounds reassuring. I need something to believe and that gives me faith. It's not that I believe it's some kind of joke, but I can hold the idea and hope that it gives. Maybe my fear is taking control of me, but I feel like I never got away./p
p style="margin: 20px 0px; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Trebuchet, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: justify;"strongemHey guys, this is the prologue of locked. I hope y'all like it! Sorry if it has spelling mistakes, English is not my original language and I also have dyslexia. I'm trying to update this story every week or even more, but I have school (ulg school sucks). /em/strong/p