~ Hello fellow readers! I know your probably thinking I fell off a cliff
right about now but I'm back and hopefully better than ever! Writer's block
is killer but luckily not permanent and I think I'm ready to thrill and
maybe even chill. Mad rhyming skills right? Lol, without any further
rambling I present Chapter 3. Read and review, your opinions, comments,
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Chapter 3 Haley's POV Through my entire seventeen years of existence I have truly been blessed. God has, for some unexplainable reason, given me countless gifts throughout my life in the form of friends and family. Never once did I wish for anything more because I've had all that I needed right in front of me.
My life was perfect the day I was taken. My boyfriend and I were on a path towards a future of endless love, you know the kind that makes other bitterly sick because it's so sweet, my family and I were on great terms and surprisingly no fights had broken out over whose turn it was to use the shower first that morning, and my best friend and I were back to our usual attached- at-the-hip routine despite our horrible fight which took place two months before.
Ironically the day was a beautiful one with birds chirping, flowers blooming, and the radiant glow of the sun brought warmth to the residences of Tree Hill. I reacted to the day with a similar cheerful mood and as I raided my closet I thought of normal things: my physics test, my English paper, lunch with Lucas, and most importantly tutoring with Nathan or just Nathan. Not once did the thought of never worrying about these things again cross my mind for I was convinced my cozy little lifestyle would never change.
Unfortunately I never made it to school and my small worries were quickly replaced with bigger ones. I was taken, in broad daylight and before I had time to react I was so far mentally gone that the physical pain didn't kick in till I woke up the next morning.
At least I think it is the next morning, but really it could be the next, next morning. There is no clock here and I'm not sure what is the date. The walls are eerily bare and it's so quiet you could hear a pin drop as cliche as it sounds. When my eyes finally manage to twitch open I immediately realize I'm tied to a wooden chair. The kind that surrounds my table at home.
Home, my thoughts immediately switch to my family. Are they worried? Are they looking for me? Then I'm forced to ask myself, do I even know where I am? The pain burns and becomes abundantly clear when I try to move. My eyes scan my body and my jean jacket is tattered and torn as well as streaked with mud. My eye is pulsing and I know that if I were to look in a mirror a black eye would confirm my first guess. My hands are bloody and scratched and my hair, a scraggily mess, surrounds my face. My lip is swollen and a huge stain of blood lies on the left pant leg of my jeans. I'm missing a shoe and my foot is twisted in an awkward angle. I know I didn't give up without a fight.
I'm awake and my conscience, against my will, is slowly wiping away the fog that consumed my brain. As much as I'm there mentally, the aftermath has yet to set in and I truly believe that I'm okay. Or that I'm going to be okay. I'm able to forget the fight I put up to save my soul and suddenly I'm back. Back to my old lifestyle before it was completely turned upside down.
It is all so surreal.
The facade in my mind plays back memories of Lucas, Nathan, mommy and daddy. I can hear the familiar sound of Luca's basketball at the river court and I can see the adrenaline pumping through him as I cheer him on. I can feel Nathan's arms encircling my waist and can smell the aftershave I love so much. I can touch my mother's hands and we knead the dough for cookies together and see my father smile over us protectively. I know that I'm safe and I can't force this mental picture out of mind nor do I want to. This is my heaven and for a moment I forget everything that has consumed my blissful existence in the past 24 or 48 or however many hours.
Then I see my reflection in the shiny gleam of a butcher's knife and I'm yanked back to present day. Somebody towers over me, and I feel so small and as much as I want to look up and see the evil person who has ruined my life, I'm scared to.
The room is empty except for the chair, me and my attacker. There are no windows and no doors that I can see. A small bookshelf occupies the left corner and I see nothing but candles and weird, enchanting-looking spells which decorate the it all around. A small picture frame occupies the middle of it all and I strain to see the face.
With a simple movement the knife lowers towards my hands and I scream.
One slash begins to bleed and my mind recognizes those eyes. Another slash, not too deep, stings and I recognize that smile.
One more slash and the enclosed picture reveals Nathan.
What is the connection?
Chapter 3 Haley's POV Through my entire seventeen years of existence I have truly been blessed. God has, for some unexplainable reason, given me countless gifts throughout my life in the form of friends and family. Never once did I wish for anything more because I've had all that I needed right in front of me.
My life was perfect the day I was taken. My boyfriend and I were on a path towards a future of endless love, you know the kind that makes other bitterly sick because it's so sweet, my family and I were on great terms and surprisingly no fights had broken out over whose turn it was to use the shower first that morning, and my best friend and I were back to our usual attached- at-the-hip routine despite our horrible fight which took place two months before.
Ironically the day was a beautiful one with birds chirping, flowers blooming, and the radiant glow of the sun brought warmth to the residences of Tree Hill. I reacted to the day with a similar cheerful mood and as I raided my closet I thought of normal things: my physics test, my English paper, lunch with Lucas, and most importantly tutoring with Nathan or just Nathan. Not once did the thought of never worrying about these things again cross my mind for I was convinced my cozy little lifestyle would never change.
Unfortunately I never made it to school and my small worries were quickly replaced with bigger ones. I was taken, in broad daylight and before I had time to react I was so far mentally gone that the physical pain didn't kick in till I woke up the next morning.
At least I think it is the next morning, but really it could be the next, next morning. There is no clock here and I'm not sure what is the date. The walls are eerily bare and it's so quiet you could hear a pin drop as cliche as it sounds. When my eyes finally manage to twitch open I immediately realize I'm tied to a wooden chair. The kind that surrounds my table at home.
Home, my thoughts immediately switch to my family. Are they worried? Are they looking for me? Then I'm forced to ask myself, do I even know where I am? The pain burns and becomes abundantly clear when I try to move. My eyes scan my body and my jean jacket is tattered and torn as well as streaked with mud. My eye is pulsing and I know that if I were to look in a mirror a black eye would confirm my first guess. My hands are bloody and scratched and my hair, a scraggily mess, surrounds my face. My lip is swollen and a huge stain of blood lies on the left pant leg of my jeans. I'm missing a shoe and my foot is twisted in an awkward angle. I know I didn't give up without a fight.
I'm awake and my conscience, against my will, is slowly wiping away the fog that consumed my brain. As much as I'm there mentally, the aftermath has yet to set in and I truly believe that I'm okay. Or that I'm going to be okay. I'm able to forget the fight I put up to save my soul and suddenly I'm back. Back to my old lifestyle before it was completely turned upside down.
It is all so surreal.
The facade in my mind plays back memories of Lucas, Nathan, mommy and daddy. I can hear the familiar sound of Luca's basketball at the river court and I can see the adrenaline pumping through him as I cheer him on. I can feel Nathan's arms encircling my waist and can smell the aftershave I love so much. I can touch my mother's hands and we knead the dough for cookies together and see my father smile over us protectively. I know that I'm safe and I can't force this mental picture out of mind nor do I want to. This is my heaven and for a moment I forget everything that has consumed my blissful existence in the past 24 or 48 or however many hours.
Then I see my reflection in the shiny gleam of a butcher's knife and I'm yanked back to present day. Somebody towers over me, and I feel so small and as much as I want to look up and see the evil person who has ruined my life, I'm scared to.
The room is empty except for the chair, me and my attacker. There are no windows and no doors that I can see. A small bookshelf occupies the left corner and I see nothing but candles and weird, enchanting-looking spells which decorate the it all around. A small picture frame occupies the middle of it all and I strain to see the face.
With a simple movement the knife lowers towards my hands and I scream.
One slash begins to bleed and my mind recognizes those eyes. Another slash, not too deep, stings and I recognize that smile.
One more slash and the enclosed picture reveals Nathan.
What is the connection?