CW//
kidnapping, Tord, panic attacks, and probably a lot more stuff
I don't usually put content warnings in things, but I decided to spoil y'all today!! (Get ready to cry 😘😘)
For reference guys, I was listening to LOTS of Mitski when writing the second half of this.
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Soon, your body starts giving in to the lack of oxygen, and you pass out. Niya lets you fall to the ground, she was completely out of breath. She took out her phone and called someone. You were just barely awake, unable to move, but you heard two familiar voices. Niya's.. and, Paul's?
The man from the park. You heard his voice on the phone.
"Paul, come around with the car. She's unconscious.. or, mostly unconscious?" You heard Niya say. Your body was weak, and though you were trying your best, you couldn't get up. Your body soon gives in to exhaustion, and you pass out.
The last thing you remember was being carried into a car.
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You slowly wake up.. in the back of a trunk? What the hell? You attempt to move around, stretch, anything, but you're tied up. Fuck. You try wiggling the rope loose, but your body is too weak. You were still barely awake, you're entire mind was hazy. You try getting your thoughts together, to remember what you last heard. It was Niya? That's right. You had gone on a walk with her and.. it was her. Niya. She had kidnapped you.
Wait no. Well, yes, but she wasn't alone. She called someone. Who? You tried remembering, and then it hit you. Fuck. It was Paul. The man you had seen by the pond. The man that you had in-depth conversations with for hours. You'd know him for a few months, maybe a year. Every other week maybe, he would show up to the pond when you were there. You never even asked anything about him, but you told him practically your whole life story. Your schedules, your plans. You had even told him how much you hated Tord, how much you wanted to ask him why he did what he did. How much you needed the mental release of knowing he was dead, even if it meant killing him yourself. Well, that was dumb, wasn't it? There was only one thing Paul ever talked about to you, and that was a friend of his. He called him Pat and whenever he talked about him, he seemed very fond of him. He asked for advice on what to get Pat for Christmas, for his birthday, or just any gift in general. Paul really didn't seem like a bad guy, why was he doing this?
Fuck. I'm an idiot. You thought to yourself as you were tossed around the back of the trunk. Seriously, who the fuck was driving? You tried closing your eyes. You tried sleeping, hoping. You would wake up in the tent, hoping this was all just a bad dream. But, inevitably, you couldn't sleep. You were too stressed. Maybe they were taking you somewhere for a surprise? It would be a funny moment, Haha, we kidnapped you for a surprise, you never saw it com- Your stomach twisted when you heard the road change. You were on a bridge. You held your breath, a bad habit you picked up anytime you had to drive over a bridge. As the car continued going, you began to feel dizzy. Fuck, this was a long bridge. The last time you had been on a bridge this long was when—
Oh God. No. No no no no no. Fuck. There was no way. You let out your breath and breathe in again. Then again. And again. And again. It wasn't long before you realized you were hyperventilating. It would be fine. 'I'll be fine. I've just got to get out of this trunk, then I can run. Im fine.' You think to yourself. You try kicking the trunk open, as if that would work. Your arms were bound together and it was too dark to see anything. You doubt that the car had any hatch to open the trunk from the inside, and if it did then it was probably removed. Fuck.
