Escape

Kidnapped

Victoria's pov

2039 April

That morning, when I woke up I had a strange feeling. The election campaing already started, included mine. This period is always hard for everyone. It can be a bit stressful or way too sterssful.

So I already felt myself strange in election campaings, but this was way more different. First of all, my head felt like it'd been expoded and for some reason my hair was sticky. I removed some with my hand, but when I smelled it my heart skipped a beat. Blood.

A bit higher, from where the pain came, there was a big scar on my forehead. I felt that it's a big one, but it didn't bleed anymore just a few little drops. After I stated that my wound isn't that deep and that I don't have to worry about bleeding out, I tried to remember back to yesterday, but it wasn't easy because my headache.

I remember, when I came out of my office, I talked a few words with my secretary, Johana O'Kelly, who's very short, has blond hair and grey eyes and she's from Ireland. I never really talk to her about anything but work. After we discussed the next day's programmes I took a taxi to my sister, Emily, who invited me for dinner, but I couldn't get to her. When I grabbed the doorknob to get inside the house, everything went black and my next memory is waking up here in... well, I don't know exactly where. All I know is where I lie is not my bed and I still can't see anything.More precisly, it wasn't dark, it was that complete, scary and perfect darkness.

Carefuly and still a bit dizzy, I sat up on the squeaky bed and tried to fokus on something around me, but because there wasn't even a window, my attempt failed.

I didn't know what to do. The panic started to take me over, but then I had an idea. I shakily took a big breath and tried to prepare myself to whatever happens, don't scream.

My plan was to sitting on my bed, I try to look for the wall and following the line of the wall, I could find a lamp switch or even better, the exit.

More or less, I come to decision and held out my right hand, terrified about what will I found and tried to not think about millions of spiders and insects on the wall or my other nightmare, that I'll find every wall from my sitting position and there's no way out.

Thinking about these things, I shook my head nervously, took a big breath and with a 'now or never' thought, I held out my hand again to the direction where I expected a wall and... yes. It was there. I burst out laughing hysterically with relief and I pulled my hand on the wall in the direction of my head of the bed. Unfortunately, I was too fast and my middle and ring finger's nail paid for it when my hand met with the next wall.

Here goes my manicure I thought and shaked my hand waiting for the pain to go away. After my hand didn't hurt that much, I tried to look for the corner of the room again, which I already know too well, but this time I managed to find it without broken nails.

Ladies and gentlemen, you can witness amazing developments! I thought to myself cynically and I was already in a better mood. I could start to plan my next move. Okay, so I already know, that there are walls on my right side and behind me, so I should find out if there are more walls on my left side and in front of me.  I closed my train of thoughts, held out my hands and hoped for not breaking more things.

But no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't find other walls on my other two sides and that calmed me. At least I wasn't walled in which of course I was very happy about, so I could move on to the next stage of exploration.

The floor and the ceiling. Both are very important because if I can't reach the floor that means I have to jump to get out from this place to an unknow depht and I can even broke some bones which makes the escape harder.
The ceiling, if I can reach it from my sitting position and I can also reach the floor, that means I can only move if I always squeeze myself which is tiring and also hampers the escape.
Except if the floor or the ceiling is slope and the room is bigger in a few places.

Hmm. I think I thought about everything I said to myself and started to laugh when I remembered what Emily and Aida, my best friend, always say to me. They always say that I'm complicating too much and after I'm done with my logic, they already did the thing six times and I missed out.
But the thing is that in my job I have to think through every little detail and their consequences or othervise there would be caos. They can't really understand this.
My sister is in the last year of University of Art and she only worked in a café for two weeks. My best friend is a confectioner in the capital's outer district. They don't have to follow strict rules, but me, I must. There's no other way.

Thinking about my sister and my friend, I started to feel a bit down, so I focused back on my little tasks and held down my hand to the floor. I could feel it, but I couldn't the ceiling, so I was lucky and I could stand up. I stood up immediately, searched the right wall and followed it.

"Auch!" I exclaimed in pain because I hit my head in something metal after the second step which I wasn't too happy about. I already had a wound on my head which started to ache even more. I had to wait a few minutes before the pain lowered and I could focus on my barrier. It was at least 2 meters high metal filing cabinet next to the wall which I met so nicely.

After my accident, I countinued my journey next to the filing cabinets. It turned out that there are a lot next to the wall. I was curious and tried to open a few, but none of them was open so I just followed their line to the next wall. This time I moved very slowly and managed to avoid another collision. I only felt one filing cabinet next to this wall. When I went further I found something which stood out from the wall. A doorknob. I pulled it down with great force, I thought the knob will remian in my hand, but it stayed in it's place and the lock too.

I was nervous and deserate so I tried to pull the door over and over again until I got exhausted and on the verge of crying I collapsed on the cold floor. I took a few breaths and tried to think. A dark place like this must have electric lighting and there should be a switch inside or outside of the door. I stood up again.

If I can't get out at least I'll die in light... or something like this.

I ran my hand along the door frame and found the switch which I missed the last time. When I swiched it on the LED lights above me illuminated the whole room. It was so sudden and bright for my eyes that I had to cover them until it gets used to the light. After I could open my eyes I looked around in my room.

Next to my bed there was a toilet and a sink with a mirror. Next to these things were more filing cabinets except at one place. I was curious to find out what is there because I couldn't see it from the cabinets. When I got my first sight on it I rushed towards it. It was another door, locked of course. I started to shout, maybe someone will hear and help me, but no one came.

I went to the sink and washed my face. I removed the blood and my make up from yesterday. After I was done I wiped my face face with a little towel I found and looked at the mirror to examine myself.

I wore my clothes from yesterday and my hair already disintegrated from my hairstyle so I decided to let my hair just floate down on my back. My long dark brown hair reached the middle of my back and a few strands of hair hang around my eyes too which I didn't mind. At least they covered my wound.
My wound on the other hand wasn't that bad as I imagined. I knew that head injuries come with lots of blood, but it wasn't that serious.
I looked into my reflection's eyes and tears came into them almost immediately. I looked so scared and desperate. I rarely feel this way. I'm always strong and confident and this is the way I'm happy. Now I was the complete opposite of what I'm usually like.

I turned my gaze away from my reflection, leaned on the sink with both of my hands and I stared down at the rusty tap.

"I think it's time for me to face the facts" I sighed and looked back into my tearful dark brown eyes. "I'm in serious trouble"

I looked at myself and I saw that little girl again who went to his father's funeral. I was Victoria Karlos whose life had changed in an instant again.