Taken

Bella Green

I sit up in bed, my breath coming to fast and my heart speeding in my chest. It was just a bad dream, I chant to my self, just a bad dream. I put my head in my hands and wait for my breathing to go bed to normal.

"Just a bad dream." I whisper to myself. I raise my head from my hands and look around my room. I take in the blue and sea green walls, my closet across the room, my open bathroom door. But something's missing. I get up and walk into my bathroom. My straightener and curling iron lay on the marble top next to my pink blow dryer. My tooth paste lays by the sink and my tooth brush sits in a little cup. Wait, when did a change the dolphin covered cup in my bathroom. And when did I have a marble top? I look around and notice this isn't my bathroom, it just looks like it. I run back into my room and take it in again. I walk over to the floor to celling window, defenitly not my bedroom, and look out into the city. New York City.

Where am I? And how did I get here. I bit my lip and twirl my blonde hair around my finger and look around. Wait, blonde hair? I don't have blonde hair. I run over to the full length mirror and look at the girl staring back at me. Sure she looks like me, she's wearing the same clothes I had on when I left my house, just dirtier, but the thing that different is instead on long dark auburn hair, she has long bleach blonde hair, and instead of piercing blue eyes, she has greenish blue eyes. I raise my hand to my hair and scream. What happened to my hair!

"What's wrong honey?" I turn around as a man burst through the bedroom door and look around. I look at the gun in his hands and sink back, pressing myself to the wall. I look at the mans blue eyes and shake my head. It's wasn't a dream! I couldn't dream up those blue eyes and the small freckle he has right under his left eye.

"Paul? What happened? Is Bella all right." I hear a woman's voice ask. I look at the door to see the woman, Sarah, smiling at me.

"Who is Bella?" I ask in a surprisingly strong voice. I feel a tear leak from my eye and roll down my cheek as I look at my kidnappers. I'm never going to see my parents again. I'll never see Jessika or Brandon, I'll never get to tell them how much they mean to me. How much I love and cherish there friendship. I'll never get to say I'm sorry to my mom and Brandon.

"You are sweetie." Sarah says. I let out a small sob and sink to the floor. This can't be happening to me. This has to be a dream. Please let this be a dream. Please. I feel someone put there arms around me, I pull away and craw as far away from them as I can.

"Don't touch me!" I scream. I pull my knees up to my chest and wrap my arms around them. I can't stop the tears from falling down my face.

"But, sweetie, I want to be there for you. My beautiful Bella, I just want to be a good mom." Sarah says in a soft voice.

"You'll never be my mom! My mom is in Florida!" I sob. I give her a cold look when she moves closer to me. I move away until I'm sitting in a corner. "Don't come near me! Just, just leave me alone!" I scream at them. I don't want to see their faces. I never want to see their faces again. They took me away from my home. Away from my family.

"Come on Sarah. We'll leave her alone, let her settle down for a little bit." I keep my eyes trained on my boots until I hear the door click shut. I quickly get up and look around the room. Looking for a way out. I walk into the bathroom and notice a small window above the toilet. I walk to the toilet and step on it trying to pry the window open.

"Fuck." I mutter when I see the three nails pinning down the window making sure nobody can pry it open. I jump off the toilet and walk into the bedroom. I look around until I see a door across the room. I look at the door Sarah and Paul left through and slowly make my way across the room. I put my hand on the door nob and turn it slowly before looking over my shoulder. I push the door open and gasp. It's a closet, a huge walk in closet, full of clothes, shoes and hand bags. It's every girls dream closet. I take a step inside and grab a cute dress off a near by hanger. I look at the tag to see that it's my size. I throw it on the ground and snatch a silky shirt and look at the tag, my size. I must have gone through the whole closet, shoes, jeans, shirts, dresses, skirts. Everything was my size.

"Do you like the clothes?" I jump and turn around to see Paul sanding in the door way.

"Who's are they?" I ask ad hold up a shirt that I have in my hand. "Why are they all my size?"

"They're for you Bella." Paul smiles and steps over the piles of clothes laying on the floor until he's right in front of me.

"I'm not Bella."

"Yes you are. See." I look away from his face and grab the piece of paper from his hand. Name: Bella Marie Green DOB: June 15, 1996 Parents: Sarah and Paul Green.

"A birth certificate?"

"You see, you name is now Bella Green, and Sarah and I are you parents."

"No! My name is Casey Miller, and my parents are Sam and John Miller!" I yell at him. I feel a pain in my cheek as my head whips to the side. I put my hand on my now burning cheek and look at Paul from tear filled eyes. He just slapped me. I've never been hit before. My parents didn't believe in hitting s child as punishment.

"You WILL go by Bella, and you WILL tell people we are you parents." Paul hisses at me. I flinch away from his cold stare.

"And if I don't? What if I decide to go to the police about this?" I ask

"Then everyone you love will be killed." Paul smiles the coldest smile I've ever seen.

"No." I whisper. I shake my head back and forth wishing for this to be a dream. I can't let that happen. I'll do anything to protect my parents and friends. I can't have them getting hurt because of me. I look up to Paul's cold stare and feel my eyes harden.

"Fine. But don't hurt my family." I say. I won't let anything happen to them. I can live with acting like someone else's daughter, I can lie to people and tell them my name is Bella Green, as long as the people I love don't get hurt.

"They'll be safe, as long as you keep your mouth shut." Paul says before turning away from me and walking out the closet. I feel tears prick in the corner of my eyes but I blink the away and swallow the lump in my throat. I will be strong for my family. As long as I know they're alive and safe I can act like somebody I'm not. At least until I find a way to get out of this hell hole and back home to my family. I vow to myself right here, standing in a closet full of designer clothes and shoes laying on the floor, that I will make sure Paul and Sarah get what they deserve, and I'll do everything I can to get back to Florida to my family.