The Complicated World of Me

Chapter 3

"What the hell?!," I screamed. A terrible pain trembled through my body. I stared down in horror as I saw a knife sticking out of my left side. At that moment I saw my life flash before my eyes. I had a pretty good life. A great career, amazing fans, everything I could ever want. And then my mother popped into my mind. The tears started pouring out. That wasn't the way I had wanted to leave things between us. She was my mother after all. And even though I haven't talked to her in more than 10 years, that doesn't mean I haven't missed her every day of my life. I started crying even more than I already was. My attacker was still standing there. I didn't know why until I saw a huge fist coming at my face. And then everything went black. When I awoke, I was all alone in a small room. I was dazed and lost at first. But then I remembered everything all too clear. I reached for my phone but it was gone. I should've known. All the movies go like this. The doors were locked and I had given up hope. I laid back down on the bed. As I stared up I noticed a vent. I thought to myself is this the time to escape? Usually, the girl tries to escape and when she's almost succeeded her kidnapper walks in and catches her which leads to more severe conditions. I decided to wait. And sure enough about thirty seconds after I thought about escaping my stalker walked in. He was a very thin man. Tall and slender. He had fine hair and a thick mustache. "Well, well, well. Look who we have here. America's sweetheart. The golden girl. The girl next door," he said sarcastically. I made no efforts to acknowledge him. Bad idea. He lunges for me and successfully latches onto my face. He pulls me up by my hair and screams at me. "Listen here. In my book, you're nothing. Now, when I talk to you, you look at me. If I ask you a question you respond. Got it?" I stammered," Y-yes." "Good, now lets get you all dolled up for what's coming next. We want you to look pretty."

I was in a state of shock at this whole situation. Yesterday all I was trying to do was find Justin and it turns out that someone found me instead. The man sent me to a different room. There was a young lady there, maybe about 16 or 17. She was very pretty. She had brown wavy hair, and hazel eyes with a bit of green tint. Her skin was a caramel color and she had a beautiful face. I wondered why such a pretty and young girl would be here. The man walked in and said to her," Thank you so much for doing this. I couldn't be more grateful." He winked at her and she rolled her eyes. Something about this wasn't right. Anyways, the young girl whose name was Jeannette began to fix the damages that had been done to my body. A stab wound, a black eye, and a bruised nose. After about 30 minutes I looked the exact same way I did before all of this happened. I was astonished. I quietly thanked her and left to go back to my "room".

As soon as I got back, I decided I would attempt my escape. I planned everything out in detail as to make sure everything was exactly the way it was. I climbed up onto the dresser and pulled myself up into the vent. This was very tricky due to my wound on my side. I painfully made my way up into the vent, latched the cover back on, and just in time to hear the door open.

As I was crawling through the vents about 20 spiders creeped all over me. It was horrible! After that ordeal, I heard voices back in what I called the makeup room. It was Jeannette and the man. The man was screaming at her. "You let her escape didn't you?," he yelled. "No. No, I swear I didn't, sir. Please don't hurt me.," she said softly. Suddenly I heard a loud cracking sound. And everything was silent. Just like what happened with Justin. That was the last sound I had heard on that blocked phone call. I was trembling now. I found a way out of the warehouse and ran as fast as I possibly could to my car. I locked the doors and took a huge sigh of relief. However, that relief did not last very long....