WHITE NOISE

Chapter 2

Dedication: This chapter is dedicated to #Avalon101 who encouraged me to continue my story with his first comment. Thank You!! XOXO

........................." You know love is like a monster put to sleep with sweet lullaby, it soon wakes up after everything else becomes quite in our heart. We try to scream louder and make a lot of noise so that we could fill up the silence and loneliness in us. However, the silent screams of loneliness woke up this monster again. And now he pleads to god to help him forget..forget again.

Innocence is a kind of insanity he says, and he would not carry anything for his journey ahead, it seems he wants to carry on with this journey, or perhaps he has no choice. True pain is when you don't even know that it has changed you so much that even a random smile brings tears to your eyes, and you pray every night that you never wake up next morning when you sleep tonight".........................

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It was my mind that first woke up from the slumber, informing me through my senses, of the chill in the air, the distant soothing sound of constant dripping on a hollow metal piece. I knew that I was going to die like this, in this position, tied to the roof, blind-folded yet not gagged. A mild stench emanating from my surrounding informed me of when I relieved my bladders off its fluids in my drowsy state.

I was completely oblivious to what time of the day it is, or if it was a night or a day. I had no clue why I was kidnapped, as I was not some rich spoilt brat, I had no mother, no father, no family. Matt was related to me through my foster parents, who took me in when I was 9 and they helped me get on my feet after I had finished college. Matt was their only child, who was my best friend and who was like a brother to me. Matt would never let me be alone when I was sad, or when I had trouble with bullies.

Apart from Matt, Patrick and Marianne, who were my foster parents, I had completely nobody in the entire world who would miss me right now. I moved out of their home after Patrick helped me get a job in an Art Gallery. After taking a degree in Japanese traditional painting and Calligraphy, I was witnessing my dreams come alive with my eyes open, when one day Patrick returned from work and hugged me. I could see that he was so happy he couldn't speak. Patrick never spoke much, but that day he took me to my room and gave me the letter. It was the letter of appointment as an apprentice assistant art-gallery curator.

A loud screeching noise of a heavy and stiff trap door being dragged by a chain, pulled me out of my train of thoughts, as my heartbeat hitched in my throat and I thought my guts were being wrenched in terror and anticipation. I was doomed, I thought to myself. I heard light footsteps from a few meters away and felt a figure approaching sensing through the strange vibes my body was receiving from his body.

I felt my body shiver as I was conscious of someone staring at me. As though his sight held strange electrical jolts which only my body was aware of, wherever I felt his gaze on me, my body felt a crazy shiver. He was behind me and he paced as if he had all the time in the world to carefully inspect every curve, every rise and fall of my being. He did not touch me, but tormented me with his stare. Suddenly I felt a stretching sound of a foil being torn and sound of rubber being stretched upon something.

Suddenly my body shook with paranoia as my fears took the best of me and I knew that I was going to raped this very minute.

"PLEASE LET ME GO", I screamed, "PLEASE!! WHAT HAVE I EVER DONE TO YOU, I NEVER DID ANYTHING WRONG IN MY LIFE".

"Shhhhhh....." he said softly near my left ear, placing a latex wrapped finger on my lips. He was standing very close to me. I was suddenly quite, and his finger was replaced by his thumb, as I felt him glide the pad of his thumb ever so softly on my lower lip that it made me gasp.

He retreated his hand, and I could feel him behind me suddenly, as he released my tied hands from the knots which were tied over my head. No sooner that I felt my hands free, I sprinted forward to get far away from his reach, but after taking a few steps in a random direction I slumped on a soft surface, which felt something like hay. Being tied in the most uncomfortable way, the pain and weakness were taking a toll on my body. Suddenly I felt my dress being torn in one swift movement from my back and the rest of clothing discarded.

I was turned around laying me down on my back, I opened my mouth to scream yet again, but this time a piece of cloth was stuffed in my mouth and I felt a thick duct-tape being rolled across my mouth. I was naked, lying on hay and was gagged and blindfolded. In this state if I was raped by this man, I could never know who he was, nor can I testify against him in the court.

Suddenly My blind-fold came off. Never In the 24 years of my life was I so shocked and flabbergasted for words as I was now. I was looking at Brandon!! Matt's friend Brandon!! How is this even possible ?? Why would Brandon do something like this, to ME?? His friend's sister. Why in the world would he kidnap me and tie me down and tear my clothes off. What does he want from me. Doesn't he know that Matt would obviously kill him if he knew that Brandon laid one finger on his sister? I had never had any acquaintances with him, apart from sharing a few 'Hi's, Brandon would never try to talk to me like Matt's other friends. He would keep staring down if I ever tried to talk to him. Then why suddenly this? What is wrong with him?

Suddenly with lightening speed he was in front of me, he grabbed my hair from behind my head held my gaze in his, as my eyes rimmed with so many questions, confusions and fear. He touched his forehead with mine, as he smirked a devilishly and said,

"So Maya, How could I let you be all that, If I would never be good enough for you??, I will drag you down to my level instead............."

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