Taken. (karlnap)

Karl

(3rd pov) TW: self-harm thoughts, suicide thoughts, mentions of hallucinations.

Karl hasn't seen the man that put him in there for a while. He thinks he left, or just got bored of him. He didn't know, he just wanted to know if he could let his guard down, or would he have to keep an eye open for the guy coming back and hurting him more.

He tried to stay at least somewhat positive so he wouldn't lose himself or what's left of him. he wanted to give up, he wanted to give up so bad, but the thought of Nick or Alex finding him and him already giving up and just letting himself fade away hurts him more than fighting the words his mind keeps repeating.

He's cried in that spot, that chair more than he's ever cried. from emotional or physical pain his tears were always flowing till he had no tears left to cry. He was in pain in every way, he could handle it.

He just wanted a hug or to have someone talk to, sometimes his mind makes someone out of thin air, so he wouldn't go insane, but of course, nothing was really nothing he talked to or saw other than the walls, floor, and his hands, were real.

He doesn't know how long he has been in there, all he knows is how many times that man walked in and did something to him or gave him something. he was fed once a day, and he got fed at least 5 times. so at least 5 days, but he hasn't eaten in a while or seen the man. so he didn't know how long it had been.

He felt sick probably from not eating or having water in a while. but it was also from missing Nick and everyone. he was lonely and scared and just ready to die or someone to find him.

He wanted to know if they still cared if they were still looking for him? were they ever looking for him?

the thoughts in his head were getting bad, he kept thinking he could easily break the plate the man left for him that had food on it before he disappeared. he thought if he could break it, he could get a sharp piece and end it.

he never tried though, he was scared and had hope even if it was just a little he had it.

every time he heard a slight noise or saw a little bit of movement, he'd freak out thinking it was the man coming back or some else coming to hurt him.

the man had done so many things to him he didn't show on those CDs, he would kick him till he threw up blood, he burned him. laid hands on him. did everything to traumatize him the best he could.

it was sickening, how far the man went sometimes, almost killing him at one point. but he made sure Karl never died so he could do it again.

Karl would scream and scream wishing for the man to stop, but it never happened. at least now the man was gone or hasn't been there for a while, so Karl could breathe for a bit without being in more pain.

(Karl's pov)

I don't want to be here, I want to be with Nick in his arms, warm and safe, or with Alex laughing and talking about everything and anything.

I just want to happy again, with my friends, not scared, worried any minute now I could be hurt more.

I looked over as far as I could towards the door, I heard someone.

I started to panic, someone was coming. was the guy again or was it someone else?

I heard more footsteps and soon enough they were right outside the door. my mind went blank, my hands started to shake, my sight went blurry. I couldn't hear anything anymore all I could hear was my heartbeat.

I was having a panic attack, I was crying and my mind was racing confused about what was about to happen.

all I thought was, I should end it.

I quickly grabbed the plate smashing it, grabbing the sharpest piece.

I don't want to be hurt anymore, I don't want to be used for a game. I'm done

I tried to raise it to my neck but then I blacked out.........

I woke up in a different place, I was on the floor but I couldn't move, nothing held me to the floor but a pain in the back of my head. I tried to move my hand to my head to see if I could see if it was bleeding, but my hand stayed still like the rest of my body.

I felt tears from my eyes as my vision became dark.

"Help please"