The Cabin (A Niall Horan fanfic)

"I'm scared" I spoke in a voice as hushed as an autumn wind into the speaker of my iPhone.

"I know Sara. Remember, don't hang up. Shout out everything you see. And know we're going to find you" The woman associated with 911 spoke from the other side with a calm voice. But I could hear the unsteadiness.

I felt my body jerk upright and I threw my phone under the bed. My clammy hands and fragile limbs flung out in all directions. Desperately trying to grab something. Or even try to loosen his grip on my mouth so I could speak a split second.

"Blonde hair! Blue eyes! White skin!" I screamed. I meant to say more. About his height. About the irish accent I could make out from the curse words that escaped his mouth repeatedly. But his grip had become too strong. He held a cloth in his hand as well. I knew then once my head began to spin, I would die.

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Hey guys! So um, this is my first story. This isn't a chapter. It's just a kind of... Prologue you might say. Kinda just giving you a little teaser of what's to come. ;)