(Third Person Limited Sierra's POV)

'Not a light in sight. Trees. Trees for miles. Not even a dirt road path. He must have been driven out here somewhere and they carried me to this shack. There's no way I'll be able to try and escape from here now…' Sierra thought as she adjusted her leggings to stall for time. She had just had the most embarrassing and upsetting peeing experience of her life, and she was certain it wouldn't be the last with the way things had gone so far.

Without looking at the obnoxiously rude teen, Sierra limp-hopped her way to the shack and back in through the door that was being held open for her. She ignored the sound of it shutting and latched as she hobbled over to the bed and lowered herself down. With a resounding "Oof," from basically dropping down onto the old mattress, Sierra returned to her former position of holding her knees.

Once again she was surrounded by darkness. He light from the moon did not seep in through the cracks and holes of the building, which left her a little uneasy. It was better earlier when the sun shone through and she was able to see everything in the shack, but with the darkness… there was no way of telling where her kidnapper was.

Sierra strained her eyes against the darkness as she tried to watch the boy who kidnapped her. Jeff, as he claimed his name was, was not what she had expected. He kept his distance and was seemingly pleasant when silent or providing her with something, but when not doing one of the two… he was awful. Not awful as in torturing her, abusing her, or scaring her; but awful in annoying, rude, and mentally toying with her. It was as if he found some sort of sick amusement in humiliating her. Yet then at some points he would seemingly kind. The whole thing was fucked up to Sierra. She wished he would just do what he was going to and be done with her already.

Sierra heard more than saw, Jeff sit down in his original spot from before. His white hoodie outlined his figure, and white face almost produced a faint glow in the darkness, but the darkness was so extreme in this shack. Or maybe it wasn't the darkness, maybe Sierra's eyes were not adjusting properly.

'Could my eye sight be effected by trauma?' Sierra thought for a moment, then tried to distract herself with different thoughts. She didn't want to think about what she had gone through in the past twenty-four hours. Just yesterday she was talking with her friends about a boy in school. Never had she imagined she might never see them again. Just yesterday she had eaten dinner with her parents. Never had she imagined, in her WILDEST dreams, that she would see them be violently murdered. Just yesterday everything was different. She didn't want to face the truth. She didn't think she could handle it.

Sierra's eyes stung as she tried not to allow herself to shed another tear in front of someone who would likely laugh by the act. The physically, emotionally, and mentally exhausted girl wanted nothing more than to lay down and sleep, but this was not her comfy, warm bed; and this was not her room; and the person in front of her was not a friend or family member. This was an uncomfortable mattress with an old raggedy blanket that had moth holes. This was a run-down shack in the middle of a forest. The person was her kidnapper, who had murdered her parents less than twenty hours ago. There was no knowing what he might do if she were to sleep.

The serious tone of said perpetrator's voice snapped her out of her thoughts.

"I'm not going to do anything to you; I want you alive; so you might as well sleep," he said. His voice was a level calm tone, the same tone that was beginning to scare Sierra. Why was he so calm? He wanted her alive, but what for? Sierra was once again pulled from her thoughts by his voice, "Besides, you'll need your strength for tomorrow."

Sierra stared at the location she knew he was sitting and mumbled, "What are we doing tomorrow?"

"Moving."

Sierra didn't respond.

'Moving? Is someone going to come and pick us up? Will he be giving me off to someone else? Or are we going to be going on foot? Does he honestly expect me to walk through this forest? How am I supposed to do that?! Or maybe he just wants me to look good so he can sell me…'

"I'm not tired," she mumbled back.

In the darkness she heard a sigh and the shuffling sound of movement. She saw a slight outline of the white hoodie in the air.

'Is he standing?'

"If I sat outside, would you sleep?"

Sierra stared at the hoodie outline.

'Did he… did he really just… offer to stay outside while I sleep? So I can… be more comfortable?... He… he did… He… He's just toying with me… He wants me to feel comfortable… and then… then he's going to hurt me… He… No… this is… this has to just be a game to him…'

Sierra heard another sigh in the darkness then the voice spoke gently.

"I'm going to sit against the door. I will come back inside in the morning and we will be leaving shortly after. You should sleep."

And with that, Sierra heard the door latch be undone, watched the door open, and watched the confusing teen stand in the door way. The light from the moon shone around Jeff's figure, giving him a strange angelic look in the darkness. A slight shiver ran through Sierra as he turned his head ever so slightly and looked back at her from beneath his choppy side bangs. They locked eyes for only moments when the connection was cut short by the door shutting.

Sierra sat, staring at the door in astonishment. What was this guy doing? He made no sense. Sierra slowly laid down on the mattress and pulled the poor-excuse-of-a-blanket over her. Staring into the darkness, her mind racing with confusion, Sierra drifted to sleep.