Thank you so so so so much to everybody who gave me such awesome reviews! I am so happy so many people love the story and I'll try to keep it as good as possible! I mightve stretched the truth and the info might not be coming out for another couple of chappies(so sorry!) but we'll get there eventually!
µI walked through my house after dark. I needed to get a drink and it was still early enough to get something, well, not water. Something tasty, like tea. Hmmm, tea sounds amazing right now. I looked at the clock, it was 9:30. Dad would be mad that I wasn't asleep, but more so that I was blatantly shoving it in his face. I turned instead to the fridge. As I opened it, I heard a shuffling from the living room but ignored it in favor of grabbing the lemonade. I grabbed my I-Pod and leaned against the counter to drink my lemonade and check Facebook.
Once I was done I put my glass in the sink and wandered over to my favorite armchair in the living room. I curled up there with a book until 10:40, then I got up and stretched to head to bed. As I walked toward the stairs, however, I heard the rustling noise I had forgotten about. I paused, but continued up the stairs. At the top, I grabbed hold of each edge of the staircase and lifted my weight to silently move back down the stairs.
When I reached the bottom, I watched in sudden bewildered terror as I saw a flash of red. A woman unfolded herself from under the table that was in between the couch and the loveseat. Even as she caught sight of me and took her first step forward, my mind refused the thought of screaming or running. Both would be very loud and would wake my dad, which would put him in a bad mood all of tomorrow.
"Who are you?" I barely even saw her move but, suddenly, my mouth and nose were covered. I twisted and squirmed and desperately tried to draw breath. She held me with no trouble and I slowly succumbed to lack of oxygen. The last thing I saw was red hair, pale skin, and now, even worse, a wicked smile.µ
I shot upward. I was in a bed again. I clenched my fingers in the starchy sheets and tried to make sense of what was happening in my mind. What was that? A dream powered by fear? Or worse, the memory I had felt pressing at the front of my mind before I had been overwhelmed by drugs. I scooted back in the bed until my back hit the headboard and curled up slowly. As I leaned further into my position, though, it caused something to tug on my arm. I glanced down to see a needle. I couldn't help the wave of instant nausea and I gagged over the edge of the bed.
After my stomach settled, I sagged there, eyes closed, as I felt for the IV in my arm and ripped it out. I winced at the pain but threw it away from me and crawled off the bed. I turned away from the mess to the left and stumbled toward the door. My arms and legs felt like lead and the arm that had the IV in it throbbed and bled sluggishly. I opened a cabinet to find some gauze to wrap around it and sat there, on the floor, in the middle of this hospital like room, to wrap it up. After I was done, I could hardly see straight. I was hungry and tired and felt sick from throwing up. I leaned against the wall, staring at the light coming through the door which was suddenly blocked by a huge dark figure. Or I blinked. I couldn't tell.
I shivered violently at the thought of the needle in me, piercing my skin and I couldn't stop. The light returned as I finally let go. I sat there in the middle of a room that somebody else had put me in again and cried. I screamed out my frustration from everything that was happening to me. And I still didn't know what was going on. I sobbed for my parents that were probably worried out of their minds. I sobbed for my friends who had probably heard of my kidnapping by now. I wailed until I couldn't breathe and the only thing I was able to do was hiccup. Slowly, finally, I calmed again and sank, exhausted, to the floor. I pillowed my head on my arms and curled close to the wall. Then, for the first time since the kidnapping, I fell into a tired, warm sleep.
