Experimented

The kiddnapping

My feet land on the pavement the same time the drummers stick lands on the high hat. My dark brown hair falls in front of my left eye hiding my bright blue iris. The music blares through my white headphones, loud enough for people around me to hear. But I'm alone, walking down the side walk to a place I'll never call home.
The chorus hits as well as my head to the pavement. I scramble around trying to get back to my feet but I'm being held down. I manage to turn over to see the attacker. He pulls my headphones out keeping me down.
"Hello Reece." He snarls, his voice deep and raspy.
I kick and scream but I can't get loose or scream loud enough for anyone to hear. "How do you know my name?" I get one kick in right in his gut.
Not seeming affected by my kick at all he replies, "I've been watching you Reece. That feeling you get at night, that feeling that someone's watching you? That's me. Peering through your bedroom window. I know that you drag a blade across your wrist, I know that you write in a journal every night about how depressed you are and how you want out of your house."
My stomach drops. "You're a creep." He lets me stand up and as I start to run away he grabs ahold of my arm. "Now now Reecie-boo. You're coming with me." His grip tightens around my arm and he pulls me in. "I'm lucky you weigh, what was it? Oh yeah, 113. I'm lucky you weigh 133." He grins at me and shoves me into the back of his escalade. I try to escape but he slams the door against my forehead. I fall back kick the window. "You better knock it off you little bitch." He hops in the drivers seat and the vehicle begins to accelerate. I try to open the door but the child's lock is on.
"Why the hell are you doing this you dirty scum bag!?" I yell at him. I would be clawing his eyes out but there's a cage in between the front and back seats.
"You hate it at home, correct?" He answers.
"Why do you care?" I spit out giving him a dirty look. Blood drips down my face and my head aches.
"Answer the damn question before I break your pretty little face some more."
"Yes. I hate it at home." I reply sheepishly.
"You cut yourself correct?"
"I have before."
"Do you hate life?"
"Oh my god why does it matter? Kidnappers don't normally converse with their victims."
He looks back at me. "I'm not kidnapping you. I promise. I'm taking you to a better and happier place. A place where you can...lets just say...be free." He smiles at me kindly.
"Am I on some acid trip? What was in that pot?" I ask. Once I receive no answer I ask, "What do you mean happier place? Who are you?"
"My name is Q. I work for SPE. SPE means Saving People Experiments. We go and find people who hate life, on the verge of suicide and we take them to our headquarters and try to make life happier for them. You happened to be...the first on our list."
"Why were you such a dick back there then, if you're trying to scare me?" I eye him through the rear view mirror.
"I had to scare you so you'd get your guard down. I knew you had a razor blade in your back pocket."
I forgot about that. "Oh, yeah." I say wryly.
"You might want to lay down, it's going to be a long trip. We'll answer any questions you have when we get there." Q sounds reassuring.
Somehow, I feel safe. Safer than I ever was at home. I feel...like this is real. Not some crazy kidnap story. My family won't miss me, I bet they won't even notice im gone. Maybe this is for the better, even if I end up getting slaughtered and fed to bears.
I lay my head back onto the black leather and close my eyes. I end up drifting into a deep sleep. He gave me something, a pill or shot or something. I'm never this calm, nor would I ever trust a stranger kidnapping me.