THE NEWS
I knew these psycho–monsters, I was sure of it.
Only I needed to find out who they were. It had all been planned... My kidnapping was not a random act. "Think Bella Think" I repeatedly said to myself... At that point I could do nothing but 'think'. Think about things which I would better forget. I was in mortal danger and I had no idea about Edward's well being. "Is he safe? What did they do to him? Did he have any idea what was going to happen? Did he know my abusers? Did he went after them? Was that why he looked anxious when I last saw him? Is he alive? what about my parents? How are they? Anxious? Has my father been using special force to search me? Is my mother still sane? Are they safe?" These questions tormented me more than that monster did. I felt nauseated and sick. I was chocking and panic made me pale and numb. It seemed someone was trying to tear out my heart. My heartbeat was increasing and I was having real difficulty in breathing. I was too stressed to continue my normal breathing. On top of that, the closed basement was too suffocating and it smelled gross. I was lying on my back, trying to breathe properly, when I heard someone, remove the wooden plank. As he removed it, sunlight and fresh air entered. I was in no need of sunlight...the room was adequately lit by light bulbs but the fresh air helped me to breathe properly. I inhaled the fresh air as much as I can.
I desperately wanted to see his face so I kept my eyes locked on the ceiling, from which he would descend. But he didn't. He did not come down, instead he threw something inside. It looked like some paper – newspaper, perhaps. Then he threw something else inside - something of rectangular shape. Then, he closed the hole again with that wooden plank, leaving me in that suffocating environment to rot. Those rectangular substance were bread. The bread and the newspaper fell in front of me – may be a few feet away from my reach. I did not have enough energy to move few steps but with difficulty, I managed to cross the small distance – half crawling and half dragging myself. Those breads were stale and rotting. By that time, I should have known to expect something like that but I did not, so those rotting pieces of bread brought tears into my eyes. I tried to throw the piece (which I had picked up), with all my remaining strength ( which was very less), far away from me. The small piece of bread landed just few meters away from me. I sighed. I did not even have enough strength to throw a piece of bread across the room. I knew it won't be long before I die here. "Would anyone know? Would they write about me in the newspaper? Would anyone ever find out?" I mused. At that moment I noticed the half wet newspaper. With shaky hands, I carefully opened it. I did not need to unfold it much... the 'news' which my subconscious mind was searching earned its place in the headline.
'HUMAN MONSTERS IN THE STREETS OF FORKS.'
My hands were shaking, eyes were covered with fresh tears and I was feeling nauseated but I continued to read. Unsurprisingly it was about me (Isabella swan, the only daughter of the town sheriff, Charlie Swan) and Edward Cullen (the youngest son of an interior designer, Esme Cullen). The newspaper said, "...Chief swan and his whole team have being working fiercely, every second to rescue Miss. Swan (Chief's daughter) but due to the lack of suspect and motive, they are unsuccessful. Surprisingly, the kidnappers did not call or ask for ransom... the reason behind kidnapping is yet unknown but the police suspects it's not an usual abduction... cops suspects, it is a work of a gang of mentally sick people... Another victim of this incident is Edward Cullen, son... he has been subjected to the highest level of monstrous activity... His eyes had been plucked out from the sockets making him permanently blind. His tongue and all fingers were missing when police discovered his half-dead body from the sewers. There are other slight injuries on his body. He had lost huge amount of blood and his chances of survival is very less. They are trying their best. Even if he survives, he would not be in a condition to give any statement. Police believes that the criminals had deliberately cut all those body parts, through which the victim could give us some clues about the criminals. It also proves that the victim knew the criminals well..."
I could read no more... There are still no words, which I can use to describe my condition of that moment... not a single word of this world can rightfully express the magnitude of pain and agony I felt at that moment... I did not know why or how my heart kept beating even after that... I was already dead inside...