Casey:
That First Day:
They allowed me to keep my book bag which held my school work and some empty notebooks which I would write down everything that happens to me. I would write down their description if I was to ever get away so that they would be caught. I would make sure I knew their names, but write them so that their names were somehow backwards with the letters of their actual names in the new names as well. If my notebooks ever fell into the hands of the authorities, I would make sure they knew who the notebooks belonged to. Inside my textbooks, I would write down everything that they planned to do to me. They would never look within the textbooks for stuff about them. Nobody was smart enough to write in their textbooks. They would have to end up paying for them anyways.
I sat on the ground in some kind of cell, pretending to do my homework when in all actuality I was writing in my textbooks about these men. I was writing about them and they didn't even know it. They probably thought I was doing homework or some kind of math problem because that's one of the textbooks I had in my book bag. I would make sure to write every single detail and as much as I could without them knowing it. I would make them think I was doing some kind of school work related thing. And I would fight them every time they came at me. I would not let them touch me. They would not hurt me, no matter how hard they tried to do so. I was a fighter and I always would be. I would fight to the end if I had to.
They were looking at me through the whole in the door. The whole had bars on it so that I could not get out. When they weren't looking, I had turned my cell phone on and sent out one text message, making sure that they weren't watching, then I turned my cell on vibrate and made sure they wouldn't be able to hear it if it went off and stuck it back in my front pocket. They still didn't know that I had it on me or that I even had a cell phone. When they had asked me if I had one I told them no and that I always used my boyfriends cell phone to call home. They seemed pleased to hear that I didn't have a cell phone, but how stupid they were. They should have searched me for one like they had searched my bag. My cell is so small that you wouldn't even know it was in my pocket unless you were looking for it.
I hoped beyond hope that Max would get that text and find me before my cell phone completely died. I turned it off for now but I would turn it back on in a few hours to see if he had sent one back telling me he had gotten the text. Oh how I wished I could be in his arms right now. I grabbed one of the empty notebooks and started writing in it. They would probably look at it just to make sure I wasn't writing about them and I would make sure they thought I was writing about someone else.
Journal Entry 1:
Frightening Thought du Jour: if I'm going to be stuck in here, I might as well have something to do right? Wrong, they won't even let me have cards so that I can play Solitaire or something like that. I mean come one, if you let me keep all of the rest of my stuff, why not let me have some cards to play with as well. You have to be smarter than your captive, everyone knows that.
Random Acts of Blindness: how stupid can someone be to kidnap another person in broad daylight? I mean come one, who is stupid enough to do that. They could've gotten caught, which for one would mean that I would be at home right now watching my favorite TV show and eating ice cream with my siblings. I won't name names here but I will put the first letter of their name so no one knows who I am talking about.
Confused Much: E was there with me when I was grabbed but E wasn't grabbed. D, S and M were just blocks away when I was grabbed but they weren't there. Why grab me in front of everyone I live around. D is my brother, S is my ex-boyfriend, M is my current boyfriend and E is my best friend. Why does everything have to be so complicated in life? Why did they have to grab me? I didn't even do anything to them. This is very confusing; they could at least give me a TV or some cards or something for me to do.
Frightening Thoughts du Jour:
-I am someone that someone must like or I wouldn't be in this mess.
-Someone thinks this is a crazy prank and I am in an alternate reality.
-Someone actually thinks I'm there daughter and has hired a private investigator to kidnap me and take me to live with them.
-Someone is seriously messed up in the mind and doesn't know what they are doing or why they are doing it.
-I might never go home and that scares the living hell out of me.
-E, D, M and S will find me almost dead and try to kill the men that did this to me.
-D and M will want revenge no matter what happens to me and my parents will want answers that only my journal entries might be able to give to them.
-I want to know why this happened to me.
End of Journal Entry 1. I will write again as soon as I know they are not watching me. They are unlocking my cell door and I must put this away before they find out what I have written down. In my bag goes my cell phone so they don't find it on me.
The Men:
"Why are you doing this to me? I demand to know who you are!" I yelled at them as they came up to me. I grabbed my book bag and put the strap over my neck and shoulder. All of my stuff was in the bag and they were not going to take it from me no matter what.
"Let's go, the boss wants to see you. Leave your stuff; you won't need it where you are going."
"To hell with that, my stuff stays with me. If I'm going to be here, then I want to be able to get some school work done as long as I am here. I don't want to fall behind in my classes."
"Fine, you can keep your stuff, but I doubt the boss will like that very much. Let's go now."
"Fine, let me go. You don't have to be so rough."
"But that's the way we like it, that's who we are. You'll have a roommate soon enough."
"What's that supposed to mean?"
They didn't answer me. They walked me into a large room where a man in a suit was sitting. I glared at this man and all he did was laugh. He watched as the men twirled me in a circle, and then ordered the men to throw my book bag away. This I refused to.
"You can't throw it away. My life is in here, please; let me keep it with me. I promise all I am doing is homework. Please, let me keep mu book bag, they've already searched it and there's nothing in there to hide, I swear."
"Fine, you can keep the book bag and everything in it. But say hello to your new roommate first." He said as he pushed a girl who looked to be about fourteen years old towards me. She also had a book bag which was ripped from her grasp as she was brought out and she looked like she liked to skate board. She had tears on her cheeks and her arm in a sling. My first guess was that they had beaten her before bringing her here.
"Take them back to the cell and make sure they don't try to get out. I'll be back in a couple hours."
"Yes sir. Let's go you two."
They marched us back to my cell and locked us in. The girl sat on the bed and leaned back against the wall. I still had my book bag on and knew that I had to turn my cell back on to see if Max had texted back that he had gotten my plea for help and that help was on the way.
Our Cell:
The girl looked to be asleep as I went over to her and sat down. I pulled her hair away from her face and she flinched as if she had just been hit.
"No don't be afraid it's just me, Casey. What's your name?" I asked.
"My name is Lily Truscott. How did you get here? When did you get here?" she asked.
"I just recently was brought here. You look awful. How long have you been here?"
"I don't know how long I've been here, I lost count of days. Where do you live Casey?"
"I live in Toronto, Canada."
"Toronto, wow, that's a long ways from where I actually live."
"Really, where do you live?"
"I live in Malibu, California."
"Wait, a second, you're that girl that disappeared on her way to the skate park a few months ago aren't you?"
"It's only been a few months, god it feels so much longer. Do you have anything to do for now? I mean anything fun or something like that. I haven't had anything fun to do in like ever."
"Yeah, here you can do some of my history homework."
"Thanks, hey what's this?" she asked as my cell fell out onto the bed between our legs.
"Shh, you can't say anything. My family and friends are looking for me and if I keep it on every few seconds maybe they'll be able to find us. You just can't tell any of them that I have it. And I promise to keep you as safe as I can." I whispered back so that they couldn't hear us. They knew that we were talking, but they didn't know what we were talking about.
"Okay, well I promise not to let them know about our little secret just as long as I can tell you a secret of mine."
"Sure go ahead."
"My best friend Miley, she's really Hannah Montana as well."
"Really, my step sister Marty loves her and I kind of figured she was someone else besides Hannah."
"How do you figure?"
"She has the same facial structure and she looks the same in her eyes. I've seen your friend in pictures with that Jake guy and she always seemed to look like Hannah Montana."
"When I get home, I'll have to tell Miley what you said. Maybe we should get some sleep."
"You get some sleep Lily; I'll stay up for a few more hours."
"How do you know what time it is?"
"I have a wrist watch and I just put new batteries in it a few days ago."
"Oh, well, see you when I wake up then."
"See you when you wake up."
Lily lay down on the mattress and I put my cell phone back in the secret compartment of my book bag that I had sewn in personally just in case something ever happened. I had already turned the cell off after I saw that Max had not gotten the text I had texted him earlier. Then I took my journal out.
Journal Entry 2:
Frightening Thought du Jour: she says her name is Lily Truscott and I have seen her on missing posters all over town, I just didn't think I would come face to face with her here in this cell like prison. We both had been taken from our homes, she a few months ago and I just today.
Random Acts of Blindness: how did these people get across the boarder with LT and me? How did these people even know what routes E and I took every day when we walked home? How did these guys know what route LT took to get to the skate park? Who are these guys and why did they take us in the first place? Are we meant to stay with these men as we see my loved ones looking for me on the TV they have turned on? Will we ever see our loved ones again? Or are we doomed to spend eternity with these dumbasses?
Confused Much: E may have been with me when I was attacked, but LT was alone on her way to the skate park when she was attacked and grabbed. Why take one person in the middle of a crowded neighborhood while grabbing another one in a secluded neighborhood? These people apparently didn't know much or they wouldn't be doing this.
Frightening Thoughts du Jour:
-LT and I will be trapped here forever watching as my loved ones try to find me.
-LT will never be let go and she will probably die here if we aren't found soon.
-LT is in desperate need of some company that is why they have put her in the same cell as me.
-LT and I are somehow related in this bizarre new world of ours yet we don't know it.
-E, D, M and S are on TV asking for me to be let go yet they don't know about the connection between LT and I.
-I am going to die right next to LT and never see my friends, family and loved ones ever again.
-Why do I always come back to that last statement when I know perfectly well that LT and I will be found and soon, hopefully for her sake?
End of Journal Entry 2, I need to get some sleep. Must remember that nobody is to know my PS or I will probably be killed!
