I like to think that one of the perks of me being the last child was that attention came easy to me and so naturally from a little age I shied away from it. I avoided it as much as I possibly could. While my sisters were up to one mischief or the other in a quest for attention, I was somewhere at one corner always with my mom doting on her or sleeping peacefully without a care in the world. Of course, my sisters were much older than me, and were expected to be mature when I was little but generally, I had been the most unproblematic child to my parents and my childhood has been the calmest as they claimed until well.. the war. That was when everything turned inside out and maybe it had some psychological effect on me because my life had been very far from unproblematic in the previous year and now that it was it felt as though I didn't know what to do with my life and all the calmness. Things were completely silent, Mac had gone back to ignoring me, with the offer that I could reac
My few moments of consciousness were riddled with confusion. I didn't know where I was, who I was with, or what I was doing before the whole world went black. I felt around me groggily as the details of where I was and what I was doing came to my mind groggily and slowly. I was at the library, with Lola and we were meant to nap a little and then wake up to finish our estimated time and grab dinner then head to the hostel. But now it was so dark, I could hardly see a thing. I blinked my eyes slowly into the darkness. It was so dark I could hardly see a thing. Why had the librarian turned off the lights? Did she lock us in? I knew she hated our company but this was extreme and she was just pushing it. I mean we could file for assault with this right? My nostrils felt trickled, I found myself sneezing as I reached for my phone beside me. I felt around me but there was no phone on the desk and the desk seemed different... harder than the one I was used to. I was so sure I kept my phone
This time, from the very moment I woke up I knew I was in danger. I also knew I had been drugged y whoever brought me here so there wasn't anything else the person couldn't do to me and I was terrified shitless by that realization. I stalled for a minute in opening my eyes, despite the fact that I had regained consciousness, I listened for the voice of people, anything, anyone to show that I was not alone in the room, but for a while there was nothing other than the chirping of birds in the distance, the faint blaring of car horns and the sound of hammer making contact with the wall somewhere far away. I held my breath. Then slowly I opened my eyes. It took a while for my vision to clear and smoothen due to all the darkness it had been fed in the past hours, but slowly and surely it came to a fine clarity and my breath ran away. A man was standing a few feet from me, his figure was bent to the level of my head and he was peering at me in inquisition with eyes that looked like bl
My heart sank to the ground as his last words left his lips, and soon it began to beat wildly against my ribcage, as though it was trying to escape my body, too frightened by everything that was suddenly happening. By the time he came to stand before me, my heartbeat picked up pace; this one was less muscular but taller and somehow his aura was more scary, more sly and sinister. ,He was putting on a navy blue mask and his black hair was on the border line of vanishing into his scalp. The tears fell freely this time. I kept chanting in my subconscious, "I've been kidnapped, I've been kidnapped, I've been kidnapped," as though that would automatically send some form of help or be of any consolation to me. I had to admit that I had lost hope in getting any help, I had spent the night here, and now it was fast approaching noon. If any help was to have come, would it not have been a while ago? Could I still hope on that?Why was it taking so long if it was ever going to come? Maybe they w
The blow landed fatally on the left side of my face. My entire vision turned black as the pain surged from my brain down to the very tips of my toes. I felt my mind going into delusion, slipping away little by little. Did he used the hammer on me? I wasn't sure it what hit me was a metal figure or simply his hands. If he did, I wasn't sure my head was still intact, I must have gone completely mad or died on the spot from the impact, but I was breathing. I was alive. I pried my eyes painfully apart as small dots of vision began to come into focus. Slowly my brain began to register the room I was in once more, and I could see clearly, as clearly as my eyes afforded me to. My tears rushed out without any hesitation now, my eyes were tired. They felt strained. and it scared me that they wouldn't stop leaking. "No need to cry, princess." He hushed, "If you give us what you want, we will let you go. We aren't unreasonable, you know?" Black masked Johnny added with a small smile." He was
The world went black the moment those words were out of his mouth, and as my world faded to black, all I could see was the blurry image of his face and the desperation with which I searched my thoughts, trying to clear my vision so I could at least know who was behind the suffering and agony I had gone through. Now that he had given me a blank check. The blood trickling into my nose from my brain had added a huge hand n stealing my consciousness as fast as it came. By the time I opened my eyes again, the sun was slowly setting in the sky, I knew this because the dim rays of light that entered through the windows were too dim to be noon or morning sun, so it was either really early in the morning or late in the day. My mind lit up with an idea as if I had only just realized, I heard the loud click of the door as they walked out of the room, which told me that they secured it fastly with a strong lock. But the windows, the windows, they were open and free. I could feel the fresh breez
As the realization of their intentions hit me, panic surged through my battered body. I couldn't let them leave me here to suffer further, to find another method to extract information from me. I had to find a way to survive. My panic must have sent my system into overdrive, coupled with the fact that the survival instincts which fed me hope to keep going had been stolen forcefully from under my grasp, so my body began to react and cave in the way it should have long ago, as I realized that I was completely doomed and alone. My breaths came out in shallow, weak attempts, and my hands shook uncontrollably. I suddenly realized that one of my ears was blocked, and deaf at the moment and the other kept ringing faintly, dulling the sounds around me to nothing more than a buzz as more blood dropped onto my nose, then onto my lips from my head, the rough way I landed must have split open the wound more. Darkness slipped into my vision instantly, as though it had been waiting patiently for
The room fell into a chilling silence, or maybe it was just my world that went completely still for a moment, so still I thought I had died, and the silence was a reward for my pain.But that silence was broken only by the labored breaths of Lucas and the wheezing noise my lungs made as they struggled to retain air. There was no distant sound of sirens piercing the night. I wondered if any help at all was coming. I could feel both relief and anguish coming off Lucas as he moved steadily."Fiona," he whispered, his voice laced with guilt. "I'm so sorry you had to endure this. I promise that whoever did this would regret it, and there would be hell to pay. You just have to make it out in one piece for me, baby, and You just have to survive this," His voice broke; "you have to"I could barely hear him, but the misery in his voice somehow connected with mine, telling me all the things his words were struggling to say. I tried to respond, but my voice barely carried a whisper. My body ache