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Jade's POV

I woke up in unfamiliar surroundings. The walls of the room I was in were made of metal, and the floor was cement. There was one lonely light bulb on the ceiling, but besides that, there wasn't much in the room; a chair, a table, and a chest of drawers. No windows, and the door appeared to be a small version of a garage door.

I had no idea what time it was, or where I was. I sat up, and all the blood rushed to my head. Gingerly, I brought my hand up to the top of my head. I winced when my hand touched it. There was what appeared to be a medium sized gash on my head.

"Shit," I muttered. I tried to figure out what had happened the night before. I couldn't remember much at first, but it soon came flooding back.

(Flashback)

I was furious. I had just been kicked out of the house I grew up in, and I decided to leave – for good.

I opened the garage door and groaned. My mom took my car. I opened hers, but it was out of gas.

Sighing, I started the long walk to the nearest bus station. I wasn't sure where I would go yet, but it would be far.

I kept getting this strange sensation, like someone was following me. But, whenever I turned around, there was no one there. I shrugged it off as nerves.

I was halfway to the bus stop when my phone beeped in my pocket. I stopped to check it when I heard a shuffling noise behind me. I whirled around, but it was to late. A guy wearing a grey hoodie that covered his face hit me over the head with a large wrench, and I crumpled, unconscious, to the ground.

(Flashback)

What a great night so far, huh?

Taking a closer look at my surroundings, I found I was lying on a dirty mattress. My bag was next to me.

Slowly, I stood up and shuffled over to the door. I tried as hard as I could to open it, but it wouldn't budge.

I rummaged through my bag. Nothing was missing, except my phone. Cautiously, I took out my laptop. It appeared to be unharmed, so I booted it up. I was a little excited; if this worked, I could be out of here in under an hour. The welcome screen came up, and I quickly typed in my password and username. After about a minute, the desktop finally appeared.

I frowned. No Wi-Fi. But at least the clock still worked. It was 4:38 am.

Great. So now I knew what time it was. That's so helpful. Get the sarcasm yet? Well, there had to be something in my bag that I could use to get out of here. I poured out the contents, but still, I found nothing helpful.

I tried to think, but it was hard to with the pounding in my head. Surely, I must be missing something. There had to be something I could use to escape. Anything I could use to pick the lock or something. I checked my hair for bobby pins, but of course, I had my hair pulled back into a ponytail and had no pins in it. I checked my pockets for a few stray pins, just in case, but instead, I found something much, much better. It seemed that whoever locked me in here; well they obviously didn't know me.

I pulled out my favorite pair of scissors. They had a black handle and titanium blades, with a design emblazoned into both the handle and the blades. Leaves twirled around and around, forming the words "Light Lost in Dark, Dark Died in Light." It pained me to have to ruin these scissors, but desperate times call for desperate measures, right?

I limped over to the door again and jabbed the scissors into the lock. I shifted the side to side, until I heard a small snap. I tugged at the lock and it fell apart in my hands.

Thank god for that guy across the street, the one that went to prison. He was the one who taught me how to break cheap locks like this one.

As quietly as possible, I inched the garage door up about a foot and pushed my bag out. I followed my bag, and once I was safely out, the door slammed down. I winced at the sudden sound, as it had been as quiet as a graveyard only moments before. I was in what appeared to be a long hallway filled with garage doors. It was some sort of storage facility, though I didn't realize it at the time. Then, my brain wasn't thinking properly; I was only thinking of escape.

I heard voices shouting. "It came from over here," shouted a man and I ducked into the shadows. Silently, I slunk away, and was almost at the end of the corridor when one of the men who had come to investigate shouted, "You there! Stop!"

It occurred to me that if they caught up to me, they would probably arrest me or something. Panicking, I fled, turning right, then left, then right again, until, finally, I was thoroughly lost. Fortunately, the men appeared to have eaten one to many doughnuts, as many night watchmen do, and I lost them rather quickly. Now, my heart hammering, I stopped to rest and figure out how to get out of here.

I couldn't try and retrace my steps, because, even if I was able to, there were sure to be watchmen at the original container. My only choice was to walk to the end of the hall I was in, and hope that there was an exit.

I was in luck; I appeared in what I thought to be the back of the building. There was a door in the middle of the next grouping of containers, and a fluorescent EXIT sign lit up above it. Pasted on the door was one of those "Emergency Exit Only, Alarm Will Sound" signs, and I wavered in front of it. If I was caught now, I would be charged with breaking and entering, trespassing, and probably theft. Even though I wasn't guilty, who would believe a 16-year-old girl who had just been kicked out of her house. And who didn't know the name of the stalker, who was, I decided, looking guiltier and guiltier by the minute of kidnapping me. There was also the possibility that he would find me, and then I was probably as good as dead.

I made up my mind.

Taking a deep breath, I burst through the emergency doors, running as hard and as fast as I could across the parking lot away from the alarms behind me. I heard shouts, and more footsteps behind me, but, to my relief, they seemed to be headed towards the building, not away from it.

At the end of the parking lot, there was a chain-link fence. On the other side of the parking lot, there was a booth with a watchman sitting in it that warranted who got in and who got out… and who didn't. It seemed my only choice was to climb the fenced.

I hopped onto the fence and it swung back and forth dangerously. It clanked and clanged against the post, and generally made a racket.

Oh god! I thought. It seemed my luck had ran out as one of the night guards saw me, and started moving towards me.

"Shit. Shit. Shit!" I mumbled as I started climbing faster and attracting more attention. The guards who had previously been running towards the storage facility doubled back and started running towards me. I climbed faster than I ever had before, and soon I was at the top. I jumped over just as the first guard reached the fence.

I was safe. Or rather, I thought I was until the guard jumped onto the fence and started climbing himself. I began running again, and it seemed to take him considerably less time to get over the fence than it took me.

When he started running, I knew I was in trouble. This man wasn't slow like the other guards; he was fast. Extremely fast. Faster than me. He was gaining on me, and fast.

"Get back here you little shit!" He shouted as he ran. I ran into a commercial district in a seedy part of town, and he followed. I ran and ran, trying to lose him in the crowd, not that there was much of one at o'clock in the morning. Finally he caught me by the wrist and swung me around. He grinned a toothy, menacing grin. He was a man in his late 30's with a full head of black hair, though a considerable part of it was grey. He was in good shape for his age, shown by the fact that he ran faster than most men in their 20's could. And when he smiled, well, it was a smile that was not kind.

I panicked, because the evidence made me look extremely guilty. So I did the only thing I could think of doing at the time.

"Rape! Rape! Help! This man is trying to kidnap me!" There were construction workers around, who probably had families – and daughters – of their own, and they came running to my aid. The ripped the man off me and started beating him to a pulp. I noticed, in the midst of all this, a very familiar boy wearing a grey hoodie staring at me. A truck sped by on the street and he was gone, like he wasn't even there in the first place.

By the time the construction workers were done, I was long gone. I disappeared into the crowd that had gathered and slunk away. I ended up using a payphone in a bus station to try and call my mom. When she didn't pick up, I had no choice but to call Beck.

The phone rang, once, twice, three times, before going to voicemail. "Dammit Beck!" I shouted as I hung up the phone. I dialed again. This time, while it was ringing, I looked out into the now crowded bus station.

Outside the doors on the other side was the boy who was stalking me. I was now certain that he had kidnapped me. And I was, for the first time, afraid for my life.

She lives! An I updated in a somewhat timely manner! Aren't you so proud of me? Anyway, please, read and review!