Well hello everyone, It's certainly been a while hasn't it. I know I promised the sequel in the summer but trust me when I say things got hectic. But I received a review the other day of someone asking for a sequel so I thought I would give it a try. Due to being apart of RP groups I'm hoping my writing has improved by some but if not I am terribly sorry because I am well aware I am not the best writer out there. This is just the prologue and I am putting it out there and seeing what responses I get from it to decide whether or not I am to carry on. Also if you guy's have any ideas of what you would like to happen in this story just drop me a review and I'll take it into consideration. This is the end of me rambling now, so enjoy. :)


Prologue

'You didn't think it would be that easy, did you?' – S

"Kurt, Kurt…. He's not responding"

I can hear the voices and I'm pretty certain the ability for me to speak is gone replaced with the shock that's running through my veins , leaving me paralysed on the floor. As everything comes flooding back into some sort of focus I brace myself and start to pant heavily, it feels like a weight sitting on my chest and I can't push it off. Is this what a panic attack feels like?

"Kurt, you're okay… you're okay baby just breathe."

The words so simple as if the action was easy, breathing is something that is common sense, we don't think about breathing we just do it. So why was it so hard for me to try and breathe right now, why wasn't my body given into its natural instincts.

"Move Blaine! Just let me near him I can help." that voice was softer, feminine.

I feel a hand far too small for Blaine's on my cheek cradling my face, I want to shrug it off, it's unfamiliar which makes it feel unwelcomed to me.

"Kurt, it's Quinn. I'm just trying to help you"

The confirmation of who it is makes me relax into the touch, a calm energy running through me as I feel my breathing start to even out, my vision that was once blurry now clear. I sit up looking at the worried faces around me and to the note that is laying beside me on the floor.

"Sebastian" it's one word, one name and yet everyone knew. Everyone knew it was him who took her and everyone knew that it was up to them to bring her back. No matter what the consequences are.