She unraveled her covers and instinctively hoped out of bed. She crawled underneath the bed trying her best to keep her breathing low. Lowering her ear to the floor, she listened intently for any noises coming in or out of her house. However, as the clock ticked by, she decided whatever made that noise didn't have anything to do with her house.

Slipping into her socks, she carefully manuvered passed her many clothes finishing near the window. The night sky appeared as blank as usual exept for the occasional owl hooting. She wondered where in the world that screech could have come from. A few doors down? A block down? Her neighbor's house?

Mabye she misheard something and was making a complete fool out of herself. 'Yeah, that sounds like something I would do...but...'

'Well, let's see my choices... I could just check the houses... That wouldn't hurt right?'

Once again staring out the window, she quickly ripped off the window drapes and formed it into an escape rope. Inventing wasn't nesessarily her thing, but it was good enough. Opening the window pane, she tied the pathetic rope to her bed post. 'Well, this is it.'

Sliding effortlessly down the pathetic rope, she landed on the soft plush grass. 'Well, great, I made it down here professionally, now what?'

Remembering her options, she decided on doing her choices in order. Speeding by the three houses one by one, she eventually got to the third one. The house was farther away than she expected, but none the less she peered around the household, and her eyes landed on a rather expensive looking limousine. Had any robbers come by to steal from here?

Getting an up-close look, she studied the household, but no alarms were off, no broken holes on the car, no-

"Wait... What's that brown thing? Is that thing ...moving!"

She blinked her eyes twice to conferm her theory.

'Probably the wind just blowing aroun-' She was interrupted from her thought process by a low, eerie, growl. The unkown suddenly dashed out in a splur of brown and white and she knew in an instant that definently wasn't any leaves. The unknown, she realized, was a german sheperd painted up to down in white and brown, teeth sharpened at the ready. And within a nanosecond, the german shepered was sprinting twenty-miles an hour at her and she found herself running as fast as her feet would carry her. The german sheperd was hot on her heels in no time. Her heart was thumping loudly in her chest, and she knew just how unathletic she was and how she would pass out soon.

Memories of her family and friends clouded her mind, and a tear drop rolled down her face.

"Goodbye mo-m, gooodbye Sout-a." She wispered inbetween pants. Her sight was now blurry with tears spilling down her face, her feet running blindly across landscape. She could have sworn the dog's nose was touching her heel, but she didn't bother looking back. Throwing her arms in front of her face in defeat, she could feel sharp objects poking through her skin, and asumed she joined the grave.

The area around her went pitch-black, and she saw only herself reflecting off of many mirrors. "Well, being dead isn't so bad... Though I kinda pictured a bright light and many other dead people... I wonder how I ended up here..." she stated to nobody. The mirrors surrounding the strange place reflected many images of her either fat, skinny, inbetween, or both. "Hey, what's that light?" A light appeared out of no where, gleaming across the odd place in forms of white and yellow. A voice spoke from the blinding light, "Hey... Wake up!... Come on!" She thought about what the supposedly-angel said, but it didn't make any sense. "What? You're supposed to tell me whether or not I go to heaven or hell!" She was confused, but patiently waited for the voice to return. The voice did indeed return, but met her confused tone as well. "What are you talking about? Just open your eyes." This message only deepened her confusion, and she replied, "I can't because I'm dead, duh...Or can I?" She tried to open her eyes, but she thought they were already open. So, she gave it another try, and just when she thought her eye balls were about to pop out of their sockets, a blury hand swiped across her face...

"Hey, you up?" A girl with her hair tied up in a pony-tail wearing a pair of bluejeans and a yellow tang-top asked in a whispered voice.

"Uh-huh..." Her vision hadn't completely returned yet, but she could see the girl's face worried with fear.

"Shush! Keep your voice down!"

"Oh, sorry..." She answered in a quieter voice.

"Yeah, I found you lying on the floor unconcious covered head to toe in glass. So, I picked you up right before the burglars took me to save you. Are you alright?"

"Yes, but what happened to the dog?"

"What dog?"

"The dog who was about to kill me... Wait... Who are you? Where are we? What do you mean burglars?" She questioned.

"We can chit-chat later, but for now we must be as quiet as possible, understand?" Her vision was completely returned by now, and she could easily tell the was in the back of a van, with two other people in the passenger's seat.

"Okay, but why?" None of this made any sense to her. Why was she even here?

"We're being held hostage, that's why."