The Worry
(LPOV)
Iwas alone and it was dark.
I have no idea what happened to me after Josh pulled over about 6 miles away from the school in some deserted spot and put me in the trunk. Did I fall asleep? Did I pass out? Did he knock me out? Did he knock me out after I fell asleep or after I passed out? Or do I simply not remember? Either way I'm in a dark room with no windows, a door that's locked with two locks and a chain, and my only source of light is a little lamp on the side of my bed. I would do anything just to see day light, anything just to be able to breathe the fresh outside air. Anything not to be sweating, and not feel totally sticky. I could take a shower, there is one in the bathroom, but there is no lock on it and I'm afraid that someone is going to bust in and take me away. Honestly I'm just happy that Josh didn't do anything to me. All that I'm thinking is how I should be dead right now. Right as I'm being grateful for having my life even if I have nothing else some really big macho guy walks in the door I don't have time to see his face because he goes strait to the lamp and turns is off. That's when I know I'm going to die. But all he does is walk around a little before turning the lamp back on but I'm not letting his get away that easily.
"Uh what the hell am I doing here?" I have no idea how I got the courage to say it since I'm scared for my life right now. He only keeps walking but I'm not so scared anymore. At this point I'm simply pissed off.
"Hello! P-Please get me out of here!" He only keeps walking.
"Wait, can I at least have a lock on the bathroom door so I can take a shower."
"Fine whatever…" his voice. I know that voice. Or maybe I'm just crazy. I run in front of him to try and see his face but he only pushes me out of the way, walks out the door and locks the locks. At least I can take a shower soon I think.
But where do I know him from. It's not Josh I know that, he's way to scrawny, plus his voice isn't that deep. I know that voice though and even if I'll live forever wondering where I know that voice at least that will be a small price to pay. At least I get to live. For not at least
The next day I wake up and I can't take it any longer. I'm going to take a shower no matter how long it takes for that guy to come back with a lock. And next time he comes, I'm asking for air conditioning. But then when I get up and look around I see something I didn't notice before. Did he come back already? Or am I just that un-observant? I walk over to see what it is and I find out it's a note from Josh. I'm so mad and angry I wouldn't mind spitting on him. But I'm much too afraid to do that. As I sit back on the bed I think about that guy I saw after throwing it in the trash not even caring what it says. He seemed worried, scared for me even. But why didn't he help me? Why did he just watch? He had to know something was going on. But he did nothing but stand there. It's possible he was just THAT nervous. It was something to be nervous about. That's why he did it. He was just really, really nervous. I felt something just then. A shock maybe? Finally I was feeling something that wasn't on the spectrum from hate to fear to anxiety. I felt joy. But why? It's not like I knew that guy from the parking lot. I may just never see him again. I may never see anyone again. But I felt that I knew him. I felt that we were connected. I have just one question. Why?
A/n: Sorry another short one I may add a long one next time… tune in to find out muahahahahaaaaa! Okay yeah next one will be longer pinky promise! And it will probably be two in one since I already have SOME of the chapters written… oh and I'll probably just stop writing if no one reviews 'cause it's no use wasting time writing a story that no one cares about *tear tear*. So anyway on a less dramatic note pleeeeeaaaaaaasssssssseeeeee review to give me some hope! And thanks for reading this one! Okay see ya next chapter!