Chapter 1

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Where am I?
I'm running as hard as I can. All I see is the shadow of him chasing me. I stop to catch my breath and to see where I was.

"Trees" I whisper to myself.
I have goosebumps running up and down my arms. My hair is blowing through the wind. I could feel the warm tears burning through my cold skin. I look for a road but there is nothing but trees. Stupid fucking trees. Someone grabs my arm making it feel like it's going to break. My heart starts to pound, and my knees start to get weak.

He whispers in my ear "what are you running from?".

His breath reeked of cigars and beer. All I could think of was getting home. I turned around and kicked him as hard as I could in the balls. It kind of made me laugh but I tried to stay focus on getting away.

"Bastard"

He crouched down cursing and threatening me. He started to get back up launching his whole body at me. I start running. Branches are hitting me in the face and I can't see where I'm going. I trip on something hard, scraping my knees and arms. I grip the ground and get up. As I get up I hear him get closer. I have to get away. I miss my family and friends so much. I finally get to a road. For a while there is nothing but darkness and the sound of my lungs grasping for air. I turn to see two bright lights coming my way, I jump up and down in excitement trying to get their attention. They didn't see me. My body was weak and I couldn't move. I didn't know if this was the end or the beginning. My voice got quieter and so did the world. The taste of blood stung in my throat. My eyes slowly drifted away leaving me in a place unknown.

I woke up wired up to a bed. My head was throbbing. All I smelled was chemicals.

"Where am I?" Finding my eyes sight my eyes finally opened and I'm in a hospital bed.

"Ella Collins?" I looked at her with confusion. For a second I forgot my name. The nurse notices I was confused.

"Um do you know what happened" she seemed nervous. She's probably new. I looked down trying to remember In my head.

My name is Ella Collins. I am 16 years old and
I was kidnapped at age 12.

It all started coming back. That night. It was all my fault. I deserved this. I look at the nurse trying not to cry.

"Yea I remember" I mumbled to her.

"Your family is here if your ready to see them?". She seemed more sure of her self like she knows what she is doing.

Ready to see people? My family? It's been 4 years and for those four years I have seen the same face. I haven't come in contact with anyone else. If I say the truth then I might hurt there feelings. I'm truthfully not ready for all the hugs and cries. What if they're disappointed, I'm a totally different person now. And I don't know how to handle it.

I look at her with a smile.
"Yea, I'm ready".

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