Chapter 2:

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Action and Adventure  |  House: Booksie Classic

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My eyes pondered in and out of darkness. Eventually, my eyes stayed open. What had even happened to me? All I remembered was being taken somewhere, but I was knocked out by the terrible smell of cigars.

The ceiling I was looking at was a pasty brown colour. There was a little window straight above me. I could see a pink shade of night. I slowly got up. I put my hands out on each side and felt a soft material under it. I was lying on a matress. My heart began to race through the window above me. Why was I on a matress? There was no sign of life around me, just lots of cardboard boxes. Empty? I don't know. I looked around hopelessly. I noticed a door to the right behind me. It had been left ajar. Did I dare open it to see what lay behind it? No. I was too scared. Surely I could just escape by...the window? There was so many cardboard boxed, if I piled them up high enough, I could climb on top and open the window and climb onto the roof. I'd work out what to do from there.

I started by taking one cardboard box and putting it on top of another which was closest to the window. I took a peek inside. Nothing. I continued doing this until I made a tall enough tower for me to reach the window. I clambered on top of the first box, then the other until I was almost at the top. I reached out for the handle on the window, but I was still too far away. My under-average height did not help right now. I flicked my wavy, black hair behind my back and pursued.

This was way too risky. I was at least 2 or 3 metres away from the ground. What if I fell?

No time for 'what if's', I had to escape from whatever nightmare I had drifted into. Otherwise something bad might happen. Like the kidnapper had most likely intended. Or kidnappers. I had no idea who had taken me, or why. 

I reached my knee for the next cardboard box. Failing, I slipped down 3 boxes and stopped myself from falling any further by grasping onto the cardboard. I quickly pulled my other arm up to pull myself up. I kept climbing, yet I knew somehow this was not going to work.

After, I don't know, 100 goes, I gave up and stood at the bottom of the tower. The cardboard boxes were laughing at me. I couldn't even climb up a couple of boxes and go through a window. What was wrong with me? Couldn't I do anything?

I shuffled from one end of the room to the other anxiously. Tears began to roll down my cheeks, now red from all the exercise. I threw myself into the matress and curled my head into my knees, gently rocking. There was no choice but to go through the door.

A creaking sound shattered the sound of my sniffles. I shot my head up, but I didn't dare turn round. The door was being opened. I saw a ray of light enter the room, then it went away. I heard the door shut behind whoever it was coming in. I turned around. The young man facing me was wearing all black. All I could see were his eyes. He looked oddly familiar. He gradually sat beside me on the matress. I moved away from him, shivering with fear. He took his mask off. An immense head of curly, black hair was revealed, along with deep, green eyes. His emotionless expression turned into a sympathetic smile. What was this?

"How are you?" His husky voice overflowed the silence of the room.

"What, what do you mean 'how are you'?" My voice was rough from the crying. I cleared my throat. "Where am I?"

"You're safe."

"Oh really. I'm in some sort of, I don't know, warehouse? With a kid snatcher. Yeah, really safe." Then I suddenly realised, when I was being taken, I felt lots of hands holding me. "There's more of you. I need to get out of here!" I ran up to the cardboard boxes and began to climb them in despair. The man's hands grabbed me round the waist and threw me on the matress.

"Don't be so smug!" He pointed right in my face. I screamed. His hand covered my mouth. It felt like I was being taken in the sack again. "Stay quiet, or I won't let go." I tried to bite his hand. "And no biting." His anger had lowered. He let go and sat beside me again.

"Please don't hurt me." I cried.

"Right. Sorry about that. I won't do it again." He did sound genuinally sorry, but I wasn't going to accept a kidnapper's apology.

"Why am I here? And where am I?"

"I told you. You're safe. And you don't need to know why you're here."

"Why did you take me? And when will you let me go? Oh my god, are my parent's okay? You haven't taken them as well have you?" He could see I was getting out of breath and panicky.

"Shh." He said gently. "You'll get the answer to all your questions later. Just go take a shower. Its the door opposite here. There's some towels in there and a top and shorts. You can sleep in them."

"What are you going to do-"

"Stop with the questions, okay?"

"Can you just tell me if my family's okay?"

"After your shower, come back here and I'll bring up some food later on." He got up and began to walk away gingerly. He completely dismissed my question.

"Wait!" I called after him in desolation. "Please!" He turned back to look at my forlorn face. It seemed like he wanted to tell me something, but he put it aside.

"Just relax. Everything's fine." He left me in the room. I broke down into floods of tears.


I slowly turned the shower on and undressed myself. I folded my clothes roughly and left them aside. I stepped into the bath and shut the curtain behind me. I let the cold stream, unhurriedly turning into hot water, embrace me. It felt comforting. I gave my hair a quick rinse and wrapped myself in a towel. I let my body dry in the towel and sat on the edge of the bath. I heard a knock at the door.

"Julie?" The same man's voice asked. How did he know my name?

"What?" I answered with no expression.

"Are you okay? Dinner's done already."

"Leave it on the matress." I said cold-heartedly. I heard him step away from the door and go away. I wore the same knickers and quickly stepped into the shorts left in the bathroom. I threw on the top and carried my school uniform into the room. I dropped them on the end of the matress and looked at the plate left in the middle of what I guessed was my bed. There was a knife and fork on either side of it. I took a bite of the sausages and ate all the mash. I left the plate on the floor and lay back on the matress. I felt myself crying again. I couldn't help it. I didn't know if my family was okay. I didn't know what was going to happen to me, or already had...

I lay on my bed for a very long time, but I couldn't get to sleep without any covers on. I heard someone come into the room. I looked up instantly to see the same man come in. He looked at my plate, then at me. He pulled the blanket he was holding behind him on top of me. He tucked it into my sides. He stopped still. He looked at me for a good minute. I heard him murmur something, but I couldn't make it out. I closed my eyes.

"Who are you?" I whispered.

"Sleep." His voice seemed closer. I felt heat on my face. I opened my eyes to see his face close to mine. He kissed my forehead and left the room with the plate. I looked at the door. His kiss felt slightly comforting, yet... I don't know. Quite strange. I didn't dwell on that too much. All I could think of was many, many questions. And what was going to happen in a few hours when morning awoke me. 

Submitted: November 17, 2011

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Starry Eyed

I can't wait to read more! This is a really interesting story :D

Thu, November 17th, 2011 8:46pm


Omg thanks so much x

Fri, November 18th, 2011 10:56am

Kimberly Derrington

honestly this is so interesting and i love how its kind of a mystery xx

Fri, January 6th, 2012 12:12am


aww thank u xx

Fri, January 6th, 2012 11:11am

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