Terrifying New Start (On Hold)

Chapter Three - No longer simple

Chapter Three: No longer simple...

HOW LONG HAVE I been sleeping? What's that sound? I felt my head throbbing when I was slowly waking up.

The sound of screaming is what made me finally open my eyes to see what was wrong. The lights were blinding and made my head hurt even worse. I groaned and began to look around the room to see what was going on.

When I saw my surroundings, I figured I was in a hospital. The room was pure white with tons of beds in rows. Girls were either in them or banging their fists against the walls.

No, this can't be a hospital; there wasn't a door. I looked around and my eyes landed on a camera in the corner of the room.

Something cold was touching my chest, and it took me only seconds to realize it was a necklace, or dog tag thing. I looked at it and saw my name.

Regan Carolina Hawkins. Age: Twenty DOB: 1-1-90 Hair color: Blonde with blue streaks. Eye color: Light blue. Height: 4'11. Tristan.

There were a bunch of codes on it. When I read my name, it all hit me. I could hear his voice now. "Regan." He had said.

I didn't move, because there wasn't a point in running and banging on the doors. Seriously, there are twenty girls already doing that and not getting anywhere with it. Why am I wearing a white dress?

Where is he? I looked around to try and find my kidnapper. I know he's there. He's watching me, I can feel it. I looked at my tag again, trying to figure out what the back of it meant. Tristan?

"Tristan!" I shouted. "Tristan! Get in here!"

I got to my feet and went into the corner, standing in front of the camera.

"Tristan, is it? Get in here now!" I cried, waving my little tag around.

When I saw a door open out of no where, I leapt back before I could get trampled by the entire group of girls trying to get out. They were held back by a bunch of guys dressed in white.

"You're funny when you're afraid," My kidnapper said, standing in front of me with crossed arms.

"I'm not afraid," I shook my head stubbornly. Honestly I felt like screaming my head off, literally. I was terrified, but my lion like exterior screamed strength.

"You're not? Really?" His voice was mocking me.

"No, I'm not."

He suddenly threw me over his shoulder and began to carry me over his shoulder. "What about now?" He asked.

"Let me go!"

"Nah."

I banged my fists against his back; trying to cause him some kind of pain... it didn't work...

"Keep doing that, it feels good," He chuckled.

"You're insane!"

"You know, you're not the first to tell me that- Hey Henry," He greeted someone who I couldn't see because I was upside down basically. Great, plus I'm wearing a dress...

"LET ME GO, LET ME GO!!!" I screamed at the top of my lungs.

"Wow, you're annoying... I like you."

"HELP!!"

I could hear a door open and suddenly we were in another room. He sat me down in a chair and sat in a chair across from me. He lied his chin down onto the white table between us.

"Hi," He said.

"Who are you?"

"You know who I am."