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A girl wakes up in a strange place and can't remember who she is or where she is, but she knows something is wrong and finds a way out. (I used my name because I couldn't think of another one."


Submitted:Jul 8, 2014    Reads: 92    Comments: 1    Likes: 1   


I woke up in a dark, cold room. I had no idea where I was or what I was doing there. I couldn't remember what happened before. The window let in a ray of moonlight that barely lit up the room. I sat underneath the window sill, scared, cold, and hungry. In the room, there was a dirty bunk bed and the paint on the walls was chipping. I stood up, and tried to open the window, but it was locked. I jiggled the lock, but it was no use.

Then the door slowly opened and a tall man wearing a mask walked in front of me and I sat down. He got down on his hands and knees and ran his fingers through my short blonde hair.

"Don't fret precious, I'm here. Step away from the window. And, go back to sleep." I felt a cold tear run down my hot cheek. He helped me stand up and sat me down on the bottom bunk. "Now, go back to sleep."

My hands were trembling. I was crying because I was terrified. I forgot everything leading up to that point. I didn't know who I was, and my head was throbbing. The strange man left, locking the door on his way out. I knew something was wrong, and that I had to find a way out of there.

I was far too scared to even think about sleeping. I wanted to leave and never come back. It was dark and scary there. I heard a woman screaming from far away and it only seemed to get louder with each passing second. Until finally, it just stopped. Silence fell like a blanket over my room. I couldn't tell if someone killed her or she had something to muffle her screaming. Was I next? I didn't want to be.

I got out of the bed and went back to the window. I tried my hardest to pry it open, but to no avail. I looked around the room to see if I could find anything to break the glass with, but the room was clean of anything heavy or blunt. I started to panic. What was I going to do? I couldn't just sit there and let some stranger hold me hostage.

I explored the room a little more to see if I overlooked anything helpful. Turns out I did, somehow there was a loose rode on the top bunk. I easily removed it from it place on the metal head frame. I figured it was heavy enough to do some damage so I started to cause a ruckus, seeing as how last time he came into my room to tell me to be silent. As I expected, he came back.

He walked up to me, little did he know I was holding the metal rod behind my back. "I thought I told you to…" He started, but he never got to finish because I took the chance and collided the rod with his forehead and he fell to the cold ground. I ran out the door to find myself at the end of a dark hallway. I could hear banging and crying behind every door.

"Are there other women in those rooms?" I thought to myself. So, as I walked past each door, I unlocked it and women came rushing out, joining in my escape. Thats when he came running after us. He was stumbling and yelling at us to get back into or rooms and go to sleep.

Soon, we eventually reached what I assumed to be the front door. To bad we all that running was almost for nothing because he beat the other girls and I to the door.

"I said to go to sleep!" He was mad, really mad. Than, a banging came from the other side of the door and it eventually came sailing open. Revealing a man that seemed oddly familiar. My kidnapper was forced onto the floor from the door, and the man soon jumped on top of him. I knew I've met this man before, but from where? His hair was jet black and his were almond shaped and green.

The other girls and I could only watch as the two men fought each other, rolling around on the ground. "Babe! Run!" The familiar man yelled as he looked up at me. "Take the others and RUN!" I followed his orders and ran around the brawl and out the front door. We made it, we were outside, and cars flashing red and blue lights pulled up, blinding me with their bright colors.

More men went running into the house where I was once held captive. But I was still confused. Who was I? Who brought me here? Who was that man that just told me to run? Than the kidnapper was brought out in the arms of two other men. Blood and sweat painted his face. Than, my rescuer appeared and walked up to me with a worried look.

"Babe, please tell me you're alright." He said, placing his hands on my shoulders.

"I'm sorry but… do I know you?" I asked confused. Was my name Babe?

"Chanel, it's me, Jordan. I'm your boyfriend." This Jordan fellow looked conflicted.

But before I could reply, I was whisked away by another strange man. "Miss." he began. "Are you alright." I told him how my head hurt and how I couldn't remember anything. The only thing he did was give me an ice pack to put on my head to numb out the pain. All the other girls were either taken home by loved one or taken to the hospital to be treated for serious injuries.

"Ma'am." a police officer said as he walked up to me. "Do you remember anything now?" I was slowly regaining my memory. I nodded my head. "Can you tell me what you remember?" "My name is Chanel and my head hurts." That's all I could remember. The officer shrugged and walked away and Jordan walked up to me.

Thats when it hit me. Jordan was my boyfriend. We met at the subway a couple of years ago we hit it off pretty well. Everything came back to me. "Jordan!" I called out as I hugged him as tightly as I could. "That guy grabbed me when I walking home that night I went to shopping and…" He cut me off. He didn't say anything, he just kissed me. It was nice being in his arms again. But one thing still bugged me. Who was my kidnapper?

I broke away from Jordan and told him what was nagging at me. We asked one of the police officers and he kindly informed us with everything he knew. "His name is Kurt Scatford. He kidnaps women and well, he'll either kill them or keep them locked up as trophies. But, one of the other ladies said you've been locked in that hell for almost a month. We're happy you made it out alive."

After being checked once more by the medic, Jordan and I walked home. This time, I didn't let my guard down.





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