Disclaimer: Disclaimer: I do not own Vampire Academy, the amazing Richelle Mead does.
When I was 13 years old, I was kidnapped from my school.
No it wasn't through fault of my own; I wasn't skipping class. I wasn't not doing something I was supposed to. I was simply walking through the student parking lot, looking for my best friend's brother.
He had recently started driving to school and usually picked us up.
As I was looking for him, I was grabbed from behind, a hand pressing something, some kind of clothe, against my face. The last thing I remembered was being pulled into the back of a Jeep.
I woke up the next day locked in a room that had nothing but a mattress, somehow attached to the floor, and a thin blanket. There was absolutely nothing else.
A/N: I'm thinking about make this a bit of a drabble story, but not at the same time. I'm a bit indecisive about the format. There are a couple ways I can write this, but we'll see how this way works out. I'm going to keep the chapters short, and I don't know how often I will update; whenever the inspiration hits, I guess, cause I'm more focused on my other story, Never Too Late. Check it out, if you haven't yet!