Lonely Life ~A Kellin Quinn Fanfiction~

Stuck

I open my eyes, squinting. A bright light quickly enters my eyes, making me turn my head. I look around at the unfamiliar room. Sighing, I stand up. It's the next morning... I look at the small, empty room.

All that's here is a chair, a desk, and an empty box. I walk over to the window to peek out, yawning. I need to find a way out of here. I open a door in the room, to see the closet. There's a mirror inside... I pick it up to see dried blood in my hair and some cuts on my face. Well...

I set it back down. I close it back, and walk to the other door. This has to be the way out. I reach for the knob when someone knocks barges in, opening it.

It's her. "Oh good. You're up. I have news." She smirks.

"Yay...." I sigh, rolling my eyes. I plop down in the chair, listening.

"I was talking to Kellin. After the concert last night, I went backstage stating I was lost. We pretty much got along. He asked where you went. I told him I didn't know. He called the cops and freaked out. Evidently your friend started yelling at the bodyguards and everyone for not watching good enough, but that's just my luck. So this morning I was happy to say that the cops haven't found you yet. But Kellin did find your phone and flipped out even more. Either way, things are going good." She smirks and turns to leave again.

"Oh by the way, you should really wear long sleeve shirts. Those scars are so unappealing. Fucking unconfident bitch..." She mumbles the last part, leaving and locking the door. I look down, only to realize she's right.
I pull down my sleeves which had slid up. I tear up, and put my head in my hands. I need an idea...

All I have is a box, desk, and chair. What the hell am I suppose to do?

After sitting there for a few minutes, I get an idea. Window... The window.

I stand up and walk over to the window, I try to unlock it but then I realize, it's not even an opening window. I walk over to the door and peek through the bottom to see if someone's there. No one seems to be around, so I proceed. I grab the chair, and back up. I hold the chair, running and hitting the window, causing it to shatter. I smile at the success. I start grabbing at the pieces so that I can quickly get a hole to climb out, without even realizing I had cut my hand multiple times now. I hear a noise outside the door, and quickly climb out of the window, running whatever direction was fastest. I quietly sneak around out front, checking for anyone. When I don't see anyone, I run out towards the road making sure they don't see me. I start walking, only to realize there's a gas station across the street. I immediately get hope and head for it. I see that it's open and I walk inside. I get stares quickly and I know why. I look like I came right out of a murder scene. I walk up to the register, cutting in front of people. I quickly yell.

"C-Can I please, please use your phone?? It's an emergency!" They look at me as if they're scared which I can understand. They end up nodding, letting me in the back.

"The phone's over here..." They stay in there for a moment, as if to be sure I'm not doing something else, before attending to the customers.

As soon as he leaves, I grab the phone and dial Kellin's number. After a few rings, he picks up and answers. "Hello..?"

"K-Kellin come to the gas station on... Rosalynn Road I think. Please, hurry!" I keep looking out the window to see if they're coming.

It's silent for a moment until Kellin speaks, sounding both worried and relieved. "Chassity is it really you?"

"Yes but I need you to come, asap! I escaped but maybe not for long." I start slowly panicking.

"I'll be right there! Stay safe..." He immediately hangs up. So then, I wait.