Among them

Chapter Two

I wake up in a huge bed in an even huger room. After rubbing the sleep out of my eyes, I leave the comfortable bed to get a little overview of where I am. What happened? I only remember the smile of that dude. The smile before darkness.

All of that is nonsense. I don't belong in here, that's for sure. Into that princess like room with light pink walls and white furniture. I mean, who buys white furniture? I would have it dark and plastered with stains after one week. Wouldn't it be better to buy black ones in the beginning, then?

Well, this room stands for everything I ever hated: Wealth, pink, girlie stuff, princesses... Should I go on? Little spoiler, the list would explode with words. I mean, who defined that I should like all of that stuff just because of my sex? Some random gray dudes some decades ago. But that's over run now. We still haven't gender equality, unfortunately we are far away from that, but things are changing. Slowly, but steadily, at least I hope so. This room here would throw all that effort out of the window and onto a garbage dig. And kidnapping? I thought at least that isn't existing anymore. Maybe in some random books or movies, but in real life? Never. Well, seems like I will experience otherwise now. How great, really, I always wanted to be a part of that. A dream come true.

A knocking on the rustic pink door of my room makes me flinch. Throughout the years, I learned to be always present and focus even on the little things. Even with blood running over my eyes, I could estimate where Harry was standing, just via hearing. I mean, I am not proud of this ability, I'd give it back at all costs for not experiencing what I had to the past years.

Some would warn to be careful what you wish for. That it is your scars and mistakes, your dark sides and downfalls that define you. Well, but fuck that. Because all that defines a person I no longer want to be. Someone weak, limited to their past. I don't want to seek anything out of what they did, I just want to travel back in time to make it un happen. To save my little smiling carefree self from all that shit. Well, but maybe I would just kill my younger self instead, you know, it depends. Both ways, this shit with Harry wouldn't have happened. And with option two, I would have been saved from this as well. I would just sleep, without having the duty to face all this.

But now, I have to live. It is too late to die, at least I couldn't do it myself. I don't know exactly what is stopping me, what is keeping me here, whether it is my dad or the selfish wish of revenge that grows inside me like a devilish beast. Maybe a combination of both.

Well, that is the reason I am here. The reason I am not yet under the earth. The reason I am here, being kidnapped by a random guy. That is at least all I know so far. Seems like I am a magnet to guys wanting to abuse women to feel better themselves. But in the end of the day, they are the weak ones. The ones holding the knifes have the biggest fear, the deepest anxiety. Which makes them the ones to be feared. They feel insecure and want to escape that badly by having the control for once. And then they become addicted. Addicted to that small fading power. And innocent people like me are the prey.

Some would assume I would be anxious by now. Afraid for my dear life. Maybe even in tears.

Well, I am not, thanks to my mentor Harry. He trained me in that, not that I volunteered, but well, maybe he just wanted to do me a favor. Surely, that were his own intentions. To make his prey strong. What a paradox.

But what is the intention of the guy who kidnapped me? Everyone has intentions, trying to make the best out of a situation for oneself, not caring about the others, abusing them for their own means even. But finding out about the motives of peoples, well that is god damn complicated. People hide the reasons behind their actions, what makes them just more dangerous.

But back to that dude, since he is all I know so far I have to stick with that. I am definitely not ready to look him in the eye again. Those eyes, terrifically far away and near all the same, so perilous and full of death, but again full of life. They are a mix of contradictions , and weirdly can't let me go.. I mean in the end of the day they are fucking eyes, just made to see, thus how can I just while thinking about them find tons of adjectives to describe them. Isn't that odd?