March 4th
Kidnapped. Kidnapped! I just don't understand. I can't eat, I can't sleep, I can't even think straight. The police won't tell us how they know, but they have no leads, no suspects, nothing. They have no way of getting my Jade back. I've been practically living in my R.V, i can't face my parents, i don't want to. I don't want their sympathy, after all it's not me that needs it, its Jade, and she wouldn't want it. I've talked to her parents only once since and it was one of the hardest things I've ever had to do. They're lost.
Her dad hasn't said anything at all. He just sits by the phone all day waiting for news as tears streak down his face. Whether it's a ransom call, or a new lead, either would be helpful at this point.
Her mother's grief seems to be beyond tears. She spends all day in town putting up posters and asking people if they've seen her missing daughter.
Cat hasn't stopped crying. We sit side by side in class and try to listen to the lesson. Trying so hard to feel some interest in what the teacher is saying. I listen to her sniffle and try to hold back the tears that threaten to spill down her cheeks.
"Beck," she'd say. "Jade will come back right? She's not gone forever...is she?"
"Cat," I'd reply. "Cat, I don't know."
And then she would cry. I'd put my arm around her and pull her close. I try not to break down; Jade would want me to be strong for the child-like red-head. So I know I have to be.
Andre is taking it hard. He spends all of his time in the empty theatre, with his keyboard, but he never plays it. He rarely goes o class, and he almost never talks to me. I know he loves her. Jade knew it too, but she didn't feel the same way, so she said nothing hoping he would move on. We thought he did, but I guess we were wrong.
Robbie gave up Rex. He knew Jade hated the obnoxious puppet, and I think he thought that Jade would come back if Rex was gone. It's a stupid idea, Robbie knows it too. But he doesn't know what else to do. He spends a lot of time driving around up town. He says it's to help clear his head, but i think he's looking for Jade. We all are.
Tori has taken it the worst. I never realized how good of friends the 2 actually were. I guess beneath all of the hate there was a friendship there. And Tori is devastated now. She won't go to school, will hardly leave her house and refuses to talk to me. In fact she is completely ignoring me. I was actually kind of hurt by it until I went straight to her house and demanded she told me what I did wrong. After all in a time like this wasn't it important that we all had each other for support. But her answer was one I never expected.
"Beck don't you understand? Jade hated us hanging out. She hated me near you, or talking to you, or doing anything together. But she was always there to stop us and to tell me to back off. And now she's not and it feels unfair. Like I'm going behind her back. I know this is dumb, but it's the way it has to be."
I understood. I can't believe I didn't realize it sooner, and I'm glad Tori did.
And what is the worst part? I guess it's that one split second in the morning. That half a second in the morning. That half second that comes right after you wake up, and you forget everything. All you're thinking about is the sunlight streaming through the window and wishing you could sleep in longer and now have to go to school. And that's when it happens. You remember. And it's like the whole world crashes on top of you. Your heart stops, your breath catches in your throat and it feels like the weight of the planet is on your chest. Its... well, it's awful.
March 5th
Still no news. Cat was over this afternoon. We skipped school and spent the day in my R.V watching Degrassi re-runs and eating BBQ Fritos. It's not the same though. There's no Jade yelling at her to shut up and actually pay attention to the show. No more whispered conversations of our evening plans. No more stealing kisses during commercial breaks or arguments over who got the last few chips in the bag. Without her everything feels wrong. We're incomplete.
March 5th
I don't know where I am, my head is heavy and it's throbbing so painfully. I can't move either, well I can, but it just hurts so badly. My ankles are rubbed raw from the chains that link me to the wall. But I'm tough i can do this. I'm going to start with what I remember.
My name is Jade West.
I go to Hollywood arts school
I'm talented
My boyfriends name is Beck, he loves me
Beck... where is he? I remember walking home from his house. It was late. And then I heard voices. It was a man. He was driving his trucks slowly along side of me. Large, tall, with deep brown hair and a cold harsh voice. He was probably about 30.
"aww pretty little girl walking home alone," he cooed at me. I said nothing, just kept walking.
"Come on honey, you must be cold, come with me, we can go get a nice hot chocolate." Again i said nothing; i just sped up, walking as fast as I could.
"No? Well you see I'm not one to take no for an answer little girl." He stopped the truck then and I ran. He chased me, I was fast but he was faster. If i could just grab my phone from my pocket, but it was hard to do when running. The next few minutes are all a blur. I remember him grabbing me. I think I tried to bite him; I certainly kicked and punched with all my might. But nothing worked. A cloth was being pressed to my face and I passed out immediately.
When I woke it was 2 days later according to my watch. My head was bleeding and most of my clothes had been ribbed and were soaked in blood. I could feel bruises and scars forming on my stomach, arms and back. Day after day I've been chained by my ankles to this wall in the dark dusty room. The floor is basically mud and the walls are made of stone. Figures a creep like this would have a dungeon in his basement. There's a small hole in the corner of the room about the size of a basketball that goes fairly deep down which I've been using as a toilet. Let me tell you it is NOT fun going in that thing. My captor brings me moldy bread and dusty water every night for dinner. I scrap off the mold and try to hold it down. The first 2 days I was un-successful, but I'm getting better at it now. It's been 2 weeks I think. 2 weeks of this horrible place. I don't know whether he plans on killing me, or torturing me or even using me for ransom. But I'm not an optimist. I know that either way I'm not going to last very long.
I found this sack of papers yesterday to write on. This way if I don't get out and someone finds my body, they'll know my story. And if beck reads these, then he'll know how much if love him.
And I need him.
A/N: well that's the end. Sorry for taking so long to update. I've been away on a trip for the last 2 weeks and i wrote this on the 8 hour flight coming home. Anyway, let me know what you think! PLEASE review and tell me what you liked or didn't, and if you have any ideas of something you'd like to see happen later in the story let me know. I'll update after i get a few reviews and as soon as i get the time. Hopefully it'll be very soon!
~Kat