Gone

"Someone save me" 1

My jacket was so tight my blood flow was beginning to cut off. That didn't matter to me. I had finally gotten out of that hectic concert. One Direction was coming to a nearby city and like every other radio station, they got their grubby hands on tickets. My birthday was a week ago, and my sister won the tickets. She was into harder stuff, like Suicide Silence (Rip Mitch

Teenage girls were still pouring out of the small auditorium. Some were shrieking, others were crying. I pulled the door open to my Station Wagon me and my sister, Adrianna, shared. 

We weren't the richest, but we weren't that poor. We shared everything. A small apartment we rented. Everything was shared. I revved up the engine, and began driving off. Once, I parked the car in a McDonald's fast food restaurant parking lot, I recieved Adrianna's call.

Me and my sister were incredibly close. We had no one else but us. No one ever wasted their time on us. Adrianna only had 1 boyfriend ever. I've never had a boyfriend. I was never acceptable.

"Hello," I answered in a timid voice. The parking lot was vacant besides a black van. 

"Andrea, how was the concert? Did you enjoy the concert?" I smiled, and actually thought I did. The blonde haired boy caught my attention multiple times. Once he looked at me. My heart fluttered. In that moment, I wished we knew each other. I wish we were friends, and I'd know him. If only I knew him. If only I was his best friend. 

"To be honest, it was fun. It really was. I'm going to get a hotel tonight. I'm in a McDonald's parking lot, so.... hahah." Our last name was McDonald, and at the local McDonald's they pretended like we owned the place. It was an inside joke. It kept our day lively.

"Be careful, okay? You have money, right?" I nodded, until I laughed at myself, realizing she wasn't here, and she couldn't see me. 

"I will, MOM. And yeah. I gots the money for drugs." She laughed and I could hear her smile through the phone. "I'll be careful, and a cheap hotel. I mean, it's Los Angeles." If I didn't stay I'd have to drive a couple hours I wasn't willing to go.

The call ended and I walked into the McDonalds. For Los Angeles, it was empty. Only one other customer was in there. He looked weird. Short, military hair. Tall. Wearing only black. He quietly chewed a cheeseburger. A peice of onion and lettuce fell out. 

"A number 10..." I finished the order and sat at the booth, lone. Finally, I realized I didn't have a drink. Slowly, I stood up and paid for a small cup. When I finally located the drink machine, I saw the only man in here must've left. I was alone.

'Coke' was the button I pressed until I heard a voice. "Yeah. Charles. I got them. Yes. They are in the car, with another girl." It was the man. Not tying to be suspicious, I just went back to my seat until I heard him again. "Look, I have them. All 5. I kidnapped them, okay?" My stomach churned in horror. Kidnapped? People? I can say something, but just be calm. I walked to the corner and saw him. His body was large, and I saw a pocket knife. Calm down. Everyone carries a pocket knife nowadays. Chillax Andrea. I went back to the counter but got Sprite instead. He kept peeking at me. "I have to go, Charlie. I'll be back." And barely audible I Heard him whisper, "Maybe with another one. Pretty lil girl." Panick flooded my body. Slowly, I walked back to the counter. My shoulder was jerked back by a strong hand. In that moment, I knew I was screwed. A choked scream came out until his hand pressed over my mouth. To his luck, no one looked for why there was a scream. It seemed like no one was even on duty. It was a ghosttown. 

He swiftly, and quickly, grabbed my arms behind my back. He kicked the back of my knee. I didn't fight back. I tried to come to my senses. I yelled at myself, GET UP! FIGHT BACK! BITE HIS HAND AND SCREAM! but I didn't do anything. I barely breathed. I wasn't capable of understanding the following things. 

Why me? I screamed it against his hand as he tied me up. "Why me?" but it came out "Mmmfp mfph!" 

Dragging me on the cold, hard ground, the pebbles and concrete ripped open my skin along the sides. Gravel entered my skin. Finally the lonely black van came to view. My feet were bound, same with hands. The man found duct tape, and taped my mouth shut. I only used my ears and eyes. It felt like they heightened. It felt like they decreased. My heart was so loud, it was all I heard. I wanted to scream. I couldn't. He banged on the passenger door, and it swung open. A guy who seemed in his 50's with stuble hairs on his chin stumbled out, and over to me. He lifted my chin with his index finger. "Got yeh a purty one 'ere, I see." He grabbed my arms, as the other man grabbed my legs. They hauled my into the van, shuting the door firmly behind me. I heard squirms, and I wasn't sure if it was me. I laid there and cried out. Finally, seconds passed. I did the worm into a corner, and sat. My eyes were shut tightly. I was scared to open them. Finally I peeked. 6 people surrounded me. To my nearest corner, was a boy. Curly hair was everywhere. A gash on top on his forehead. Dried blood under his nose. The once cleaned, shaved Harry Styles was gone. This might be Harry. It wasn't the Harry everyone loved though. This one was gone. He was in another world. He was trapped. He was kidnapped. He was in a trance, captivated by the sound of the hum. It wasn't Harry, but it was.

Right by him was Louis. It seemed like his hair was pushed to the side, like in the old pictures. He was shaking. He had his knees pressed to his chest tightly. He seemed  like he was having a seizure.

Beside Louis was Zayn. He was unusually calm. "We'll get out soon. We'll be saved. It's just a bad dream," he repeatedly mumbled to himself. His hair was still perfect. Still shiny. He must have overdosed on hair spray. Billioniare popstar in a boy band overdosing on hair spray? Better than overdosing on something else.

Liam was between Zayn and the last boy. I'd think Liam was like Zayn. Liam was going crazy. He was having a conversation with himself while he scratched his arms. His skin was red raw, and bloodied. His lip was gushing blood. His eyes were as big as deers in head lights.

The last person was Niall. His hair was matted with brown mud. His face sparkling with sweat. His hair was only brown now. He sat with his head in his hands, his body leaning over. If he hadn't looked up when my body and head slammed the metal van, I would've thought he was dead. His eyes were tired. It hurt. They weren't tired like 'Only got 2 hours of sleep. I'm tired.' it was more like, 'I'm tired of this life.'

The last person in the car was a girl. She was between Niall and I. She scooted closed to Niall. Her eyes were small, Asian like. Her hair stuck up in a million ways. She looked terried, yet used to it.

My vision got blurry, and I realized I was hyperventilating. "Hey," I called to the drivers. I caught all the boys and the one girls attention. "I have a heart problem! If you let me go, I'll pay however you want! Please!"

"We already tried that, girl." Harry mumbled. I looked at him, tears sparkling my eyes. I can't get out. I'll never get out.

"Help! Help! Help! Help! Help! Someone! Anyone! Please!" Suddenly someone slapped my face. I was sure red marks were left.

"Shut up! Don't you think they already know we want to leave? How stupid are you? Might be pretty, but not educated." I starred at the girl who spoke. I just wanted to leave.

"I didn't ask you, and I don't care, I just want to leave!" Tears slid down my face.

"Just shut up you're annoying!"

"I'm annoying, really? Trying to get them caught and you're saying I'm annoying? I'll -" Suddenly Zayn snapped to his senses.

"Both of you - calm down! Jeez."

I turned my head, minding my business. I just wanted to leave. After an hour (maybe it was only 10 minutes) I just continually screamed. My lungs burned. Eventually Niall piped up, "Love, you'll hurt your lungs that way. You should stop." I frowned at him.

My eyes began watering, so I closed them and decided to let sleep carry me away. Maybe I'd wake up in a better place.

I never did.