Closed Out: Chapter 2

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This is the second and last chapter of Closed Out, Enjoy!

Submitted: September 23, 2011

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Destiny
I woke up, huddled against a cold cement wall. I was shivering. I had no idea where I was, but I faintly remembered pain in my head and someone dragging me. Who? Who had captured me? What did I do to them? Why? I tried blinking my eyes hoping my eyes would adjust, but they didn't. It was pitch black. I had an idea that I was in a basement, a closet maybe? My eyes were tied behind my back, and my feet were tied together. I was scared and alone and had no idea what was happening. But my instinct was to escape, and escape I would. I started praying, seemed like the only good thing to do at the time. I struggled against my knots. They weren't done very well. I could tell because the more I wiggled against them, even though it hurt a lot, they were slowly giving out. Whoever had done it had done it in a hurry. I tried screaming but there was something in my mouth. Was I gagged? I tried blinking but I felt something against my eyelashes. And when I started concentrating with my senses I felt something, kind of tight all the way around my head to my eyes. I was blindfolded, which explained why my eyes weren't adjusting to the darkness. I gritted my teeth and continued wiggling my wrists. I was finally able to slip one out, only to notice it was bleeding. Pain shot through my shoulder from having my arm at that angle for so long. I ignored the pain and brought the other arm around and tried to untie it, only thing was I couldn't see anything. I untied my blindfold and my gag, and started blinking again. My eyes adjusted. I was in a closet, with a water heater. From watching a bunch of kidnapping movies and books I knew this was a mistake. I could easily rip a pipe off to use as a weapon.
That was good for me though. I untied my hand and my feet. I took a couple minutes just to move around, unstiffening my joints. Then I went into action. I felt up along the side of the water heater looking for a loose pipe. I found a loose one and was just working on on loosening it when I heard it.
The unmistakable sound of some one coming down the stairs.
I managed not to scream. I thought quick and yanked the pipe of with a loud crack! I held it over my head, ready to strike. The person was coming closer. I prepared myself. They unlocked the door. Just like I was in a movie the door nob turned dramatically slow. Then it just popped open. I was already bringing it down when something made me stop. Something wasn't right. In front of me stood a girl, no older than nine, looking at me with big bug eyes. She screamed and started running away. I grabbed her before she made it very far and covered her mouth with my hand. I didn't want to bring whoever had caught me down. She clearly didn't know I was down here. I needed to get as much information from her as I could.
"I'm going to take my hand off. But don't scream. I don't want to hurt me. But I want to know why I'm here and who brought me here. Okay, I'm going to take off my hand now..." I said quietly. I slowly lifted my hand, still holding her. She didn't scream, just looked at me with big scared eyes. "Why am I here?"
"I don't know!" She said, her voice filled with fear.
"Do you live here?" I asked as softly as I could.
"Y-yes."
"You do? Is this a house?"
"Yes."
"Who else lives here?"
"My, my mom, and dad, and s-sister."
My eyebrows raised. Sister. "What's your sister's name sweetie?"
"Shelby."
"Shelby," I said it in a growl. SHE had captured me and tied me up. I remember now, walking past her house, seeing something in the corner of my eye. Shelby. She had tried to cut me off from the rest of the world. But why?
"Is she here right now?"
"Yes."
"Anyone else home?"
"No, just me and her. Mom and Dad are at work."
Brilliant. I smile, at least I try to. "Okay. Why did you come down here?"
"I-I, broke her rule. Her number one rule. Never go in her room. Never open the third drawer of her desk drawer. Absolutely never. And I did. I saw a paper lying on top. I read it, and it said something about a girl named Destiny. Is that you?"
I nodded.
"She had lots of notes and stuff written about you. What you wore last week, what you said to her. How many times you looked or glanced at her. Just stuff. Then at the very bottom there was a single line and it said, I got her now in the basement, she will die without anyone knowing. So I came down. I saw the door and opened it. And found you. Oh, I'm so scared! Why did she do this? Why you? Why does she hate you?"
"Because, no one likes her. And I'm popular."
"Still no reason to hate you."
"Oh I know. But I have to get out of here or else she'll kill me. She's mad with hate. Please help me."
"I don't know how!"
"Distract her, I'll sneak away. You won't even know I left. Please."
"Okay, I guess."
"And when it's safe for me to go just say...um...cat very loud."
"Cat?"
"It's innocent, and has no meaning."
"Okay."
"Now go, and thank you so much."
I watched her descend up the stairs. I climbed up quietly behind her, but instead of hearing her far away in the house talking to Shelby, I heard her saying "No, no don't go there!" Shelby appeared in the door frame of the basement door. She glowered at me, then lunged. I had quick reflexes and flattened myself against the wall. She flew down the stairs, but caught herself somehow, pulling herself upright. I didn't think, just acted. I sprinted up the remaining steps and out into the kitchen. It took me a moment to see the back door and was running towards it when a knife flew past my face. I screeched to a halt and turned and looked in the direction it had come. Shelby was holding a hand full of knifes, kitchen knifes, but knifes nonetheless. She was flinging another one at me when I ducked under the bar in the kitchen. Two barstools went flying. Another knife flew and I watched it stick into the wall. I listened hard, but all was silent. Then without warning Shelby was jumping over the bar and curling herself. Mid-air she flung a knife at me. I jumped to the side, the knife barely missing my head. I sprinted out of the kitchen and into the living room. I snatched a lamp off the coffee table and slung it at Shelby. She dodged it and started running at me, more knifes in her hand. Thinking quickly I grabbed a book and threw it at her. It hit her hands, knocking all of the knives to the floor.
I ran around the couch and towards the stairs going upstairs. I scampered up the stairs and into her room. I needed to get the paper. I heard her coming up the stairs. I found her desk and opened the third drawer, no paper. I saw her standing in the doorway out of the corner of my eye at the same time I spotted the paper on top of the desk. I had to make a quick dissision. I grabbed a stapler laying on her desk and flung it at her, with my other hand I grabbed the paper and stuffed it in my pocket. The stapler hit her in the shoulder.
I saw her sister behind her. Her sister put her finger to her lips motioning me to be quiet. I do. But Shelby's already flinging another knife at me, she must have picked one up. It misses me by a mile, but still. I pick up the knife and am about to throw it at her, but remember her sister behind her. Shelby lunges at me, I jump to the side, dropping the knife. I sprint towards the door. I run down the stairs and dare to glance up. Shelby's running out of her room. She runs to the top of the stairs and is just about to start walking down when suddenly her sister's there, pushing her. Shelby flies down the stairs, her head hits something. By the time she reaches the bottom she's still. I glance up at her sister who has tears in her eyes. It must of been hard to push your own sister down the stairs. I start to turn towards the door, but I can't just leave the girl here. I step over Shelby and run up the stairs to the girl.
I take her hand and we both run down the stairs and to the door. But then I turn and run to the phone. I dial 911.
By the time the police cars pull in me and the girl are crying. The officers spill in and take in the scene. Shelby lying unconscious at the bottom of the stairs and me and the girl clutching each other and crying.
And then everything's kind of hazy.
 
One Year Later
I wake up and rub my eyes. It's sunny out. And it's Monday, time for school. I get up and go into the bathroom. I start washing my face. It's the anniversary of one year of the day that Shelby abducted me. She is now in a mental hospital, excused of all actions because of her "mental illness". Her mother committed suicide shortly after by overdosing on sleeping pills. The father, sick with grief for his wife crashed his car on purpose, causing him to die. Shelby's sister, who's name is Jane, was put in an adoption home. After some debating my parent's adopted her, she's been living with us for eight months now. Life's better. We're all doing better now. Jane is fine, she's eleven. The day I had met her I had been mistaken, she was actually ten.
Jane walks into the bathroom and mutters good morning and starts scrubbing her face.
Yeah, we're gonna be fine.

 


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