Gone Without A Trace.

7

1 | Lost within the confines of my head.

Day 7. I wake up, I eat, I sleep, I think, I eat, I sleep. It's my routine from now to God knows when. I'm used to it. I hear nothing outside the room that encloses me apart from the scrape of the plate as it is pushed through the door. I see nothing apart from the four grey, concrete walls which surround me and the tally marks that have been put there, curtesy of me. Seven tally marks, one for every day I have been stuck here.

I gave up on screaming for help days ago, I've not made a sound since. I've given up on hoping, what's the point? I hear nothing new. I see nothing new. Seven days of waiting and not being found. Seven days of hoping and nothing coming out of it. Seven days of nothingness.

It all started on a normal night, I was out for a run and my friend had told me about an alternate route that was through the woods. She said it was a tough workout and that I would like it, of course I would believe her. She was my friend from track, she was my best friend. Before that day I would have done anything for her. If she said jump, I would say how high and I was convinced she would do the same for me. I thought we were like sisters, turns out we weren't even close.

I was running and it was getting darker. It was so dark when it happened. He came out of nowhere and dragged me away. He took me where no-one could find me. He hid me away where no-one would look. It was all for revenge every single part of it, he wanted my parents to suffer just like he had.
Before I knew it I was gone without a trace.