Little Red
When I wake, I can feel the cool ground beneath my blazing cheeks and I rise, bringing my knees up to my chin I wrap my arms around them. I feel dazed, completely disorientated. There is practically no point in opening my eyes, where I am is filtered with complete and utter darkness. The only source of light is the streams of moonlight shining through a dirt ridden window. I feel myself breath beginning to quicken as panic takes over and that's when I remember everything. It washes over me, down my spine like a sinister, bleak shiver.
I don't know where I am, or what it is. Hell, I don't even know how long I've been out. The only thing I can hear is the sound of water as it plops slowly onto the ground.
Pitter. Patter. Pitter. Patter. Pitter. Patter. Pitter. Patter. Pitter. Patter. Pitter. Patter. Pitter. Patter. Pitter. Patter. Pitter. Patter. Pitter. Patter. Pitter. Patter. Pitter.
I try to distract myself, try to think of something, anything positive to keep me going. But this place seems to engulf all happiness and hope. My thoughts then drift to my sister. I start to think of what she may be thinking right now. After all, I made her a promise… and they are forever. I'd never let my mom hurt her, and I wasn't there for her last night. I wasn't there to cradle her to sleep, to drown it all out. I promised her.
I failed her.
Then there was Robbie; I pushed him to let me walk alone. He didn't want to, instinct telling him that the streets are never safe to wander alone. I should have listened to him. What if I never see them again? Ariana or Robbie. When you are surrounded with people like them it is so easy to forget the evil that lurks in this sick world. Things like this don't have happy endings. People get abducted, but how often are they rescued? They have to die; you cannot just dump them back into society and expect to get away with it. They have to be disposed of. Point blank. So what's the point of hoping someone's noticed by now? It's all just wishful thinking, and I have been through enough heartache to know wishes are just lies you tell yourself when you don't want to believe the truth. Wishing is just a pointless way of believing the inevitable has a way of magically changing.
What's the point of putting yourself threw so much misery that will never go away? Not even in death. Because if you have undeniable hope, the day you truly realize that you'll never be saved, you're left more broken than you ever were before.
And then it's like you're already dead.
Pitter. Patter. Pitter. Patter. Pitter. Patter. Pitter. Patter. Pitter. Patter. Pitter. Patter. Pitter. Patter. Pitter. Patter. Pitter. Patter. Pitter. Patter. Pitter. Patter. Pitter.
I hear a door open, the sounds of shoes scrapping against the floor in resistance, the shrill cries and whimpers of someone struggling.
"Where are you taking me?! Stop!" This petrified voice sounds female. Her voice becomes clearer, and that's how I know she's being dragged into this damp and dark room.
"You won't get away with this!" she tried to protest, "People will notice I am gone!"
The door swings open and artificial light seeps into the room. It takes a moment for my eyes to adjust. But I manage to catch a glimpse of chestnut brown hair, high-waist shorts that every fake "flower child" teen has nowadays before she is carelessly thrown to the ground. I hear her groan as she hits the hard floor. I on the other hand, try to remain as still as possible. I pray that I will melt into the building, to be lost in the shadows. For him to forget I am here. Then a sinister chuckle fills the room, instantly making me feel uncomfortable. My chest rises and falls nervously and my breath once again quickens. Unsure whether he will remain or leave. I try to calm myself, I don't want them to think that am I weak. The weak are always the first to go.
"You're wasting your breath pretty girl." A deep, gravelly voice murmurs.
He pauses, standing just beyond where the light ends so I cannot see his face. He is taking a moment to stare gleefully into the darkness, knowing that someone in this room we both lurk.
His prizes.
Then he walks out, slamming the door behind them. The sound of multiple clicks of locks being secured followed his exit, each bolt making escape seem less and less achievable.
I look towards the corner where I assume my new companion is. But it's no use. It's pitch black in here. I attempt to use my ears to locate her. But that proves pointless also. I run out of options, so I have no choice but to risk softly calling out to her.
"What's your name?" I ask into the shadows.
There is a loud sniff, "I-I'm Tori. Tori Vega."
I close my eyes and thump my head back against the wall, ignoring the sudden throb of pain that it creates. I curse whatever wicked person planned this out. It's bad enough I've been kidnapped, but I'm sitting in a room trapped with the girl who has made it her own personal mission to make my life hell from the very second I moved here. I'm too stunned to speak, so we sit in the silence, listening once more to the rhythmic slap of water against stone.
"Are you going to tell me your name or not?" She asks me, her voice tinted with an edge of irritation.
"Cat Valentine. But it's not like it matters, it isn't like you really know me anyway." I respond, my voice barely above a whisper.
"What's that supposed to mean?" She shoots back somewhat scathingly, "Am I supposed to know you or you something?"
"I'm the girl with the red hair you and your "posse" write about on twitter." I respond, venom positively dripping from my voice, "The girl who should move back to where I came from because with me alone I'm ruining your school's image. The girl with no talent, the girl who's so desperate for someone, anyone to talk to her that she had to resort to a freak like Robbie Shapiro. The girl who looks constantly depressed, like a pathetic emo all the time. The girl you said should kill herself." I fire back, my voice cracking with anger. A single tear breaks free from my eye and I viciously slap it away, annoyed at myself that she is the reason for my tears, "Remember me now?"
Once again there was silence and that's how I know I've got her, which gives me the first feeling of satisfaction I have felt since I arrived here. Good. I'm happy it's quiet now, it's give me more time to go over what little facts I know about this abduction. But what I cannot fathom is… why the hell she and I were both kidnapped. We're the same age, we go to the same school. But why us? Better, why me? Victoria Vega and I are polar opposites. From the moment we locked eyes I had her whole persona figured out. She is the kind of girl who believes that she is should be the centre of everyone and everything. She is the bitch all bitches aspire to be like, so I can only imagine how many people she's pissed off. In fact this would be like her, my disappearance will be news, people may even care… and Tori Vega can't have that can she?
But I haven't done anything to deserve this. I mean, I don't know what is going to happen to me, and I don't know who these people are who have taken me. Do I look like an easy target? The one time I walk down a street alone, and I get kidnapped? What is this? Some kind of fucked up prank?
What the fuck did I do? This is not how I saw my life going down. I had hope. I thought it was going to get better. It was getting better. But that is just the way life works; every time I'm truly happy, when I feel like maybe I can do this, maybe I do have what it takes to carry on… something has to come and knock me down.
And then I feel two feet tall.
A/N- Surprise Bitches,bet you thought you had seen the last of me? Yeah no I'm so corny. I finally updated though! yayaya
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