The Troubled

Intro: Escape

Blood dripped down her body as if she was the girl from the movie Carrie and the mean girl dumped pig blood on her. She limped her way down the empty highway only in bra and panties. The crisp night wind blew towards her as if trying to slow her down, making her shiver, making the plan of finding help less easier. Her legs began to give out, shaking like a vibrating chair in a comfy home, next to a warm fire. Her finger tips became numb, her nails turning a shade of blue and purple. The dried up blood began to itch, but it hurt too much to scratch or rub it off. Bandages only covered the wounds the beast had made on her and attended itself. The others it had made, weren't attended to before she had made her escape.

She was shocked and confused, when she was finding her way out. The place she had been in was the perfect place to torture a person and keep them there till you were done. The place was like a maze at least 15 feet under. She had wonder how air would be able to travel into the rooms of the maze till she found a vent. She had figured if the air came down, she could go up. Considering that she believed she had walked end to end of the maze and found no door, she thought the beast might have came in from the vents. And when she opened it, she was right. A ladder had lead straight up to the surface. Even though she was very weak she managed to climb her way out crying her relief. But it wasn't over yet, she needed to get to safety, before the beast awoke from its sleep.

When she had saw the two lights up head they looked like the glowing eyes of a demon. She had been under in that maze for 3 years, and it took her a moment to realize it was the head lights of a car. She began to cry, happy that someone had finally came down the empty highway. She waved her arms up high signaling the drive to stop. When it stopped in front of her a women about early 20's stepped out of the car.

"Please help me." She said to the driver. "Please before it takes me back."

"Okay, okay." The drive helped the girl into the passenger's seat of the car. "What's your name?"

"My name is Harper Grant. I was kidnapped three years ago, when I was 16." The driver got into the driver's seat and began to drive. "I live between St. Green and Beverly in house 2056."

"Okay that's only about 3 miles from here hang on." The driver looked into her rear view mirror.

She looked into the eyes of her 14 year old son and 2 year old daughter. She handed her son the phone telling him to dial 911. Without arguing or question he did. He explain to the operator what happen and hanged up the phone. When the driver finally made it to Harper's house the police were already there. Harper's mother sat on the porch swing in a pink robe when she arrived. Her mother had tears in her eyes, not only cause she had her daughter back but she had missed three years of her life. Her mother held her in her arms tight, them both crying with joy. Soon enough her father stepped out in his pajamas with the messy bed hair that she loved and missed. And her little brother who had just turned 9 came running up to her, crying harder than ever. She was happy that he still remembered her face after all this time had passed.

She thought things would go back to normal now. Now that she was back home finishing school, and didn't have to worry about the beast because they had taken him away. But it didn't, her mother was more protective and pushing so hard to get Harper to open up. Her father soon picked up drinking because of the fighting Harper and her mother did then the angry was thrown at him. He soon died in a car crash on his way home from the bar. Nothing had seemed normal to her, and beast still stayed with her, but the thing is, it didn't stay with her in her head, but somewhere where it didn't belong.

"And that is my story." I said getting up from the table as the reporters still flashed the cameras and asked more questions. "I'm so very sorry but I have to go now."

I walked out of the press conference, out the building and into the car with tinted windows waiting for me. It sat there for a moment before the driver broke the silence that seemed to scare me.

"Where to Ms. Harper Grant." He asked.

"Ummm, Home. I would like to go home now." I answered leaning back into the seat trying to keep my eyes open, afraid of the dark.