Lost

Chapter 23

Belle’s POV

“What?” I mumble as I gasp for air.

Why is it so dark? I thought it was light…

I scream  when I find myself constricted and I scream even harder when I find myself trapped in a smelly sack. This restriction and limited space makes me feel claustrophobic and I know that because I am claustrophobic.

Someone get me out of here …Please! Help Help! Hel-

I thrash. I flail. I squirm. I toss and turn. I do everything possible to express my feelings of distress until I feel a fist punch me hard in the stomach. I choke on my own saliva as I struggle to find the right words to say…

“Ow.” That’s the only word that comes to mind because I am too busy moaning in pain. But then again, what else is there to say? I could have questioned the identity of my attacker, but I have a pretty good idea who it is.

“That’ll teach ya.” I hear that familiar gruff voice again.

Oh no. I lost? How can it be dark out already, it was sunny a few minutes ago. How long was I out?

I feel forceful hands grab at the top of the sack and I feel myself being lifted.

Hey what’s going on? What’s happening? Ughh-why did he have to punch me so hard? Now I can’t even ask where we ‘re going…

I seriously contemplate falling asleep again because that’s how much discomfort I am in right now. At least if  I am asleep I can think about, well, anything else would be fine really. As long as my subconscious drifts off to a world that’s anywhere but this one, I will be at ease. It is in any other world that isn’t this one where life is better. Then I recall the dream I had moments ago-thought it was more like a nightmare come to life. The last words being spoken to me in my dream, or at least from what I can remember, are Bethany’s very last words to me: “Good luck. Take care of yourself.” I sure could use some good luck, because even in the midst of all this chaos, I’ve been avoiding the subject all together. I am being kidnapped and no one knows where I am and I, especially, have no idea what to do about it. But if there is one thing I know for sure, it is going to take a whole lot more than luck to get out of this mess. As for ‘taking care of myself’, I just failed-if anything I did just the opposite. I’ve just gotten myself into a world of trouble and now the key question to be answered is: How am I going to escape? I continue experiencing this dreading feeling of being terrified as I shift my position to get comfortable in a sack-a sack that I am in-a sack that is being held by my kidnapper-a sack that constricts my every move-a claustrophobic’s worst nightmare!

I don’t know what to do. They’re taking me to who-knows-where and there’s nothing I can do! I lost. I can’t believe it. I don’t understand it. Am I really that tired? I slept through the whole day  and I didn’t even know it! Ugh! I just had to fall! I just had to panic! Now I just lost everything. I can’t even go back to the orphanage, because I can’t. I really can’t! Now I have no choice but to do what they say. I have to! They have a gun. They could really hurt me! I have no choice. If I don’t do what they want, who knows what will happen. Ughh this is all so…and I just want to-I haven’t had anything to eat in forever! Nothing to drink. I am so tired. I’m tired of everything. I just want to go away. I wish none of this ever happened. I want to go home.  I want my mommy and daddy. I wish they never left me. (Begins to sob)But it doesn’t matter…I can never see them again. I’ll never be with them again. Never. I’ll never see my granny again either or Bethany. There’s  no one left. I mean-it’s not like Annie or Maggie will come to find me. They don’t even like me. I bet they’re happy I’m gone. Maybe they’re all happy. (Sobs harder) It’s all too much. This just has to be a nightmare. I could still be dreaming, couldn’t I? Maybe. Yeah. Maybe everything isn’t as bad as it seems. Things could be getting better for me and I just don’t know it yet… Yeah. Maybe they’re not so bad and I just need to give them a chance. Maybe…Umm…Maybe…Ohh. I dunno. But it can’t get any worse, can it? This world couldn’t be so mean to me, could it? I’ve done nothing wrong, so maybe to make up for all the bad, something good might happen. Right? But what if it’s not alright. Oh I just want to stop thinking! …. How long until-

“Ahhhh!” I yelp when the sack, along with my body, crashes into something hard and dense.

“We’re here.”

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