TW// cussing, police, kidnapping, handcuffs, mention of injuries, misgendering, deadnaming
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Tubbo's POV
six months ago
I was awoke by yelling. Not sure who's yelling, they didn't sound familiar. The only voices I've heard in two years are the voices of my kidnappers, and the faint sound of people on the television.
I was sitting in a cold, dark basement. I couldn't see even a foot in front of me from the darkness. I hadn't seen light in at least a month, maybe two. I wasn't sure exactly where I was facing, but I knew I was sitting against the wall next to the thick concrete steps that lead up to a chained shut wooden door.
The loud voices got louder, and louder, until they were at the basement door. I was confused and a bit scared, but I got a little ting in my heart that thought I may be getting rescued.
The chains on the outside of the door began to rattle and sound like they were being unlocked. Then, the door swung open, and I had to cover my face from the sudden light in my month-old-dark eyes. The burst of light made my head pound.
There were voices around me and I couldn't fully focus on what they were saying. They were distant and muffled.
"...id...hey, kid!" I felt a pair of hands on my shoulders. With my eyes still adjusting to the brightness, I blinked a few times, looking up to see a guy who seemed to be in police uniform. In the moment, I didn't really know what to think. Am I being rescued...is it a trick...am I dreaming? I wasn't sure.
"Are you Alesha or Lani Smith?" The man asked. I slightly frowned at the name, but held up one finger to tell the first name. "You're Alesha?" I nodded, as I wasn't about to explain that I'm trans. I've barely spoke through these years, let alone have a full conversation. I wasn't allowed to talk here. If I spoke, I got hurt. The last time I spoke was so many months ago, I can't even remember. Maybe a year. More?
"Can you speak?" He asked. I shrugged.
He turned to the few other people, that I only just realized were there, and spoke for a moment.
"Ok, Alesha, let's get you out of here, ok?" He said. I slightly nodded. He basically had to pick me up on my weak, shaky legs, and ended up just deciding to carry me up the steps and through the house.
As we went through the house, we passed a mirror in the hallway, and I saw myself for the first time in three years. My hair was long, about half way down my back. I was unbelievably frail, dirty, and my clothes were slightly torn. I also had dark rings around both of my eyes from the lack of light. Oh, god, when was the last time I had a shower? Oh, fuck, that is disgusting.
We exited the home and I shielded my eyes from the bright sun for a moment before looking around. I spotted my two kidnappers handcuffed and being held against police cars. We were in a fairly nice neighborhood. You'd never expect kidnappers to live here. Other people that lived in the neighborhood were standing around, trying to figure out what was happening.
"They're such great neighbors, what would they have done to attract so much police and an ambulance?" A heard someone ask. "Oh my god, is that a little girl? Did they kidnap her?!" Another asked as they spotted me being carried out.
Some of the police were keeping the people from coming any closer, but they couldn't make them leave. They did live there.
After some time, I was sitting in the back of an ambulance, wrapped in a blanket after someone had taken care of any injuries I had. I was being asked questions, which just required 'yes' or 'no' answers when they caught on that I was having trouble speaking from not doing so in such a long time.
They now knew my name, age, birthday, and what exactly had happened the night I was taken. That, I had to write on paper as I couldn't really give 'yes' or 'no' answers to explain. My handwriting was sloppy and shaky and not very legible, but they managed.
"Oh, sweetie, I have a four year old back home. I've mastered reading sloppy writing." The police lady said after she noticed I was concerned that she wouldn't be able to read it. I just nodded to reply.
A while later, a black car pulled up that looked like it was there to take me away.
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