Jim Marls dragged me out of the house, as I pushed and kicked to get away, but he never let go of me. He pulled me beside the house, where a shed stood. He unlocked the dark shed and threw me in there. I fell with a hard thud. I got up to run out the door, but just when I got close he closed the door and locked it. I stood there slamming the door with my side, until the lights of the shed came on and I noticed I wasn't alone.
"Hello?" Said a tiny voice from my left. I turned around and came across a blonde figure, my age. "Ashley?" I gasped. She looked pale as a ghost and with tear stains across her face.
Her voice was shaky and weak as she replied, "Yes, what are you doing here?"
"I was going to ask you the same thing." I said as I walked up beside her. I reached touched her arm. "You look awful." I whispered. She moved back from me, as if my touch had scared her.
"He did this to me." She muttered as she sat on the floor. I sat down beside her, to notice she was in tears. A really odd position for her to be in, since she was always the one who brought others to tears. "Did he bring you here?" She asked between cries. I was in tears now as well. She was the girl Jim was talking about, Ashley Haynes. I felt bad for her, but finally, someone other than me was experiencing the pain.
"How long have you been here?" I asked quietly, while wrapping my arms around her.
"2 Days...Living off nothing but that." She said pointing to a cooler filled with water, and a heap of bananas. She was a terrible mess, but my anger only grew.
I couldn't believe it. Was I going to be here until I died? Die here? In a shed? With, of all people, Ashley Hanes? What would Zayn do without me? What would Liam or the other boys? I couldn't set my mind on this. I dropped to the floor and let out all my tears, punching the floor in anger. Ashley just sat in the corner, hugging her knees. We better get along, If I was going to end my life this way.
The next day I awoke confused, and then it all came back to me. I started weeping again. "Crying doesn't make a difference." Whispered Ashley. I sat up, to notice her sipping some water. I got up and ran to the door, slamming myself into it. Kicking and punching it in frustration. Just then I noticed something. I looked up, on top of the door.
"There's a window!" I exclaimed to Ashley.
"But it's too high up." She protested. I was incapable with her lack of courage.
"Get on your knees." I ordered. I got on top of her back, as I desperately searched the window for a lever to open it. The window had no, openings but my hope wasn't leaving. I searched the room for any objects I could break the glass with. The room was practically all empty, except for the only source of food we had. I took my shoe off and began slamming the window with it. But it was hard as stone. I got off Ashley and stomped the floor, boiling.