The Lines Between Us | ✔

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September 9th, 4:23 pm,                                            

Bella

My eyes painfully stretch open to the sound of whirring. I can't tell how long I have been unconscious for, but it feels like hours. Outside is significantly darker, though that could just be because of the state of my eyes- dark spots play around in my irises. I attempt to look down at my hands to check if I am really awake. Sometimes — when you're dreaming — you get extra fingers. They are tied tightly behind my back- I vividly remember them being tied at the front. My mouth is dry, and my teeth are reflexively clenched around a long piece of fabric. Another piece is tied to my neck, stretching behind the head of the chair, holding me down: if the car were to jolt to a stop, I would most certainly die. My mind races, struggling to find answers as to where I am; the pain the blow caused takes over my brain.

I'm not in the front seat anymore, but am instead strapped to the backseat. The pain is all I can think about- my body writhing in it. Needles shoot up my bandaged arm as the car holts to a stop- possibly due to traffic. This is my only chance to be noticed. Turning my head towards the door, I stretch my bonded hands to the handle. If only I could just unlock it. Pain explodes in my head with a blinding whiteness as we zoom off again. Swinging me back, my neck slams against the headpiece. The agony overrides all my other feelings, though I tirelessly try to focus on other things.

''Ahh, you're awake, darling. How's the head?'' I hear Liam's cruel voice say. My blurry vision prevents me from seeing where he is. I attempt to scream, but the sound is muffled due to the fabric. His laughter booms through the car, shaking my whole body with anxiety.

Forcing my tongue out of my mouth, I push the fabric out of my mouth and down to my chin. I gasp, taking in the air I so desperately needed. ''Why?'' I cry, both from the physical and emotional pain. The fabric tied around my neck is digging into my skin so tightly I can barely breathe. It is sure to leave indentations in my throat. He notices that I have removed the cloth, and a stressed look appears on his face. My hands are shaking rapidly behind my back as I release a scream, taking the chance and hoping somebody will hear me.

''FUCK, can you stop? Your annoying voice is deafening me, idiot! Nobody can hear you,'' He shouts.

I don't.

I continue screaming until my lungs can't anymore.

My noises must be too loud for his liking, as he swerves the car right. My vision has recollected and I can see what looks to be a dark street- lacking houses and civility unfortunately for me. Even if I scream, no one will hear me. When he moves, the fabric around my neck increases in tightness, choking me. It feels like a chunk of my skin has been ripped from my neck; as much as I want to scream, I can't, I have to save my breath.

Opening the car door, Liam slams it and opens mine. ''Will you fucking shut up?'' He yells, attempting to tie the gag back around my mouth.

''No!'' I exclaim, spitting in his face. I then proceed to scream at the top of my lungs, releasing all the air from my body. Tightening his hands around my throat, Liam cuts off my airways. My hands drop behind my back and I am unable to feel them. My face turns pale as the last of my oxygen is released from my body, my sight fading away. I have no defense: my hands are tied behind my back, I can't even shake my body out of his grasp. I gulp as I try to breathe, my eyes bulging out of my head. I attempt to lift my legs up off the ground to kick him, but I can't, the energy I had left is now flooding from my body, leaving me cold and lifeless.

I'm going to die.

The pain would be immense if I could feel it, but I can't, my nerves have closed up and I am fading. Fading away. Releasing the last of the air I have, I feel his hands release me, and the cloth being placed back into my mouth.