Disclaimer: If I owned Lizzie Mcguire, do you really think I would be
writing stories on fanfiction.net? Me no think so!
(I do own Kevin peoples, just to make sure you know, lol!)
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Lizzie's POV
I was lying on my mat, pretty comfortable considering the cement floor. So far, according to my counting, I had been here for 42 days. About a month and a half maybe?
I want to get out of here so badly. I want to see Miranda, and Gordo, even seeing Kate would make me feel better, I thought with a humorless laugh.
Suddenly I heard footsteps (the footstep pattern I knew to be Jason's) so I turned over and pretended to be asleep. I heard the big steel door open, and heard the thud, it sounded like something was dropped. Nothing happened for a few second, and then I heard Jason laugh his evil little laugh that I had come to despise.
After that, I heard the bang of the steel door and the sliding of locks on the other side of the door. I had the urge to turn over, but decided to wait a few minutes in case someone came back for something.
After about five minutes, I sat up and turned around. My jaw dropped in surprise. It was a person! A human, someone besides nick, Jason, or one of their guards! Maybe now, if he was a captive too, I wouldn't feel as lonely all the time.
I went over, and shook him a little, as if to wake him up. He didn't budge. "Hello?...hello-oooo?" I called softly as I shook him a little more.
It was then that I noticed a small trail of blood leading to a nasty gash on the side of his head. I t wasn't too deep, but looked very painful.
Not even thinking, I ripped off a piece from the bottom of my shirt. I dipped it in my water from breakfast that morning. I wrung it out and wrapped it around his head, very carefully around his wound.
"That should hold for a little while." I said aloud ass I finished up. Then I dragged him over to my sleeping mat. I could stand sleeping on the floor for a while. Besides, he needs it more than I do, I thought to myself.
As I tried to make myself comfortable on the cement floor that night, many thoughts surfaced in my brain. Would I ever get out of here? Who was this new guy? Was he gonna be ok? Would I ever see daylight again? Lord, please help me.
Lizzie's POV
I was lying on my mat, pretty comfortable considering the cement floor. So far, according to my counting, I had been here for 42 days. About a month and a half maybe?
I want to get out of here so badly. I want to see Miranda, and Gordo, even seeing Kate would make me feel better, I thought with a humorless laugh.
Suddenly I heard footsteps (the footstep pattern I knew to be Jason's) so I turned over and pretended to be asleep. I heard the big steel door open, and heard the thud, it sounded like something was dropped. Nothing happened for a few second, and then I heard Jason laugh his evil little laugh that I had come to despise.
After that, I heard the bang of the steel door and the sliding of locks on the other side of the door. I had the urge to turn over, but decided to wait a few minutes in case someone came back for something.
After about five minutes, I sat up and turned around. My jaw dropped in surprise. It was a person! A human, someone besides nick, Jason, or one of their guards! Maybe now, if he was a captive too, I wouldn't feel as lonely all the time.
I went over, and shook him a little, as if to wake him up. He didn't budge. "Hello?...hello-oooo?" I called softly as I shook him a little more.
It was then that I noticed a small trail of blood leading to a nasty gash on the side of his head. I t wasn't too deep, but looked very painful.
Not even thinking, I ripped off a piece from the bottom of my shirt. I dipped it in my water from breakfast that morning. I wrung it out and wrapped it around his head, very carefully around his wound.
"That should hold for a little while." I said aloud ass I finished up. Then I dragged him over to my sleeping mat. I could stand sleeping on the floor for a while. Besides, he needs it more than I do, I thought to myself.
As I tried to make myself comfortable on the cement floor that night, many thoughts surfaced in my brain. Would I ever get out of here? Who was this new guy? Was he gonna be ok? Would I ever see daylight again? Lord, please help me.