I had just wrapped up a new video on YouTube and headed in for work, arranging flowers for happy Brides, in the back were no one else could see me, even the gay guy who gave the ladies their flowers only saw me once or twice a year. I was a recluse, I'll admit that, I guess I deserved what happened to me that day, because if it never happened I would still be in the back room pushing roses and lilies .
"Hey, Harmony, have you finished the Christmas bride's bouquet yet?" Dan called down the steps. " Found it! Never mind I got it, wow! Holly, Poinsettias and mistletoe! You out did yourself, Harm!" I hate when Dan calls me Harm, he just doesn't understand that I was a self-harmer, only a few weeks ago I started going to therapy. I was abused by a black guy named Tayvon because I was a white girl with green eyes and flat brown hair I wore in buns all the time, I was taller than him, 5'8 1/2" and a proud Leo, but he took my dignity from me when he started sexually harassing me, I just buckled under the pressure, my music was the only thing keeping me from doing something I would regret, well I already regretted the cutting and crying in public, but I never tried to kill myself. Any way, I lived my life as I had all my life, in the background, unseen, unnoticed, forgotten. The room was sound-proof so I could blast my music and not be disturbed, big mistake, it also meant that Dan couldn't hear my screams for help. I fought hard against my assailant, but to no avail, as Raise Your Fist by Social Repose drowned out my pleas the man kept tightening his grip on my neck till I was out cold.
I woke up in a cage almost half my size, hands and feet bound. With no room to turn around it was agonizing to know that the latches to the dog crate I was in, were both behind me. Maybe that was the point.
As it turns out, it took three weeks for Dan to realize that I was not filling orders and waited three more days to report me missing. Turns out that Tayvon was right, no one would miss me.
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FanfictionA barely noticeable accapella singer from YouTube gets kidnapped, no one noticed, but when the same people kidnap Black Veil Brides bassist, Ashley Purdy, can they both be saved, what lengths would you go to to save a famous stranger who might forge...
