Held Hostage: Why Me?

Part 1: Trouble

The streets are nice and empty as I run by. It's a sunny day and everyone is spending their day at the swimming pool or the beach. No one seems to be home.
Almost there, I tell myself. My muscles are feeling sore and I feel the familiar burning feeling in my legs. It kind of feels good. It distracts me from all the stress. School's kind of been hard on me lately. My teachers probably think I don't have a life or something, I mean why else would they give me so much homework? I practically already know everything.
I can see the end nearing. I just need to cross the road one more time. Then I'm home. It's just one more minute or-so running 'till I reach that cross-over.
I'm considering to stop running. My body's hurting so much. "No, don't stop! C'mon you can do this Ann!" Taylor shouts. He's running next to me, not out of breath at all, like running ten kilometres was nothing. He sometimes appears out of nothing, like a few of the others. He especially appears while I'm running. He wasn't there a few seconds ago though. I sometimes wish they would leave me for some time. to give me some personal space and to think.
The street is quiet. Almost too quiet. The birds seem to have flown shut up somehow. Animals are always the first to flight for danger. They always know which direction to go for safety. It's in their nature. They only act on instincts. It's something I ever learnt at school, it randomly came up in my mind.
"First one home wins!!" Taylor shouts. He knows exactly how to motivate me. I start sprinting as fast as possible, but Taylor's already ahead of me. He always beats me, but it's nice to try.
I have just began crossing the street as Taylor does his victory dance and I can't help but laugh at it. If people saw this, they must have thought I had gone crazy. Laughing at nothing but air.
I blink and look at the place Taylor just stood. He's gone. Finally alon...- I see a black Ford Transit at the corner of my eye. It's too late....

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I hear distant voices. They're far from clear. And I can't open my my eyes. WTF? I try to move my legs... WHERE ARE MY LEGS?!?!?! Fuck, Fuck, Fuck! I can't feel them!
"Calm down" someone next to me says with a calming, soothing voice. It's Gerard. It isn't helping. I'm on the verge of crying. "Hushhh" Gerard puts his finger on my lips, but I can't feel it. It is soothing though. Sometimes it's nice to always have friends with you, even-though they are only in your head.
My eyes suddenly jump open. It's all blurry. Red...blue...white... My hearing is getting better, but the voices are still not clear. Or maybe my brains just can't understand them. My head hurts like hell. Some silhouettes are moving around my body. Some dull kind of ache is starting in my legs and is slowly spreading through my body. Relief washes trough me: I still have legs... Pfew.
Then a thought hits me: Where the hell am I? What happened? I need to ask someone.
"hembepf?" This is all I can get out of my mouth. Some weird mask is covering my mouth, it forces me to breath. Nobody noticed me mumbling.
I feel something getting inserted in my arm. I feel my eyelids dropping and the panic in my head fainting. I feel my thoughts dying away and my pain weakening. I feel kind of sleepy. This doesnt feel right... it's scary.

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My eyes are watery and I'm blinking all the time. It's sunny outside and I forgot my sunglasses. A group of kids are playing tag and having fun. Their parents are being busy making sure everyone keeps save and is drinking enough.
My muscles are sore and my body is burning hot. It feels familiar. It feels good.

"Ann!!" My father shouts.

"Yeah" I mumble, being to out of breath to speak properly.

"Ann!" He repeats. "We're not having a break! C'mon now, don't stop."

My father is my personal trainer. We are training in the park a few blocks away.

I wake with a start. Everything around me is blurry at first, but I can see clearly after blinking a few times. Where am I? This room isn't familiar. Then I notice a slumped man sitting in the chair next to my bed.

"Dad" I mumble, barely being able to use my voice.

The figure shoots up at the the sound of my voice.

"Ann!" He half shouts, half whispers. "Are you alright?" He asks worriedly.

I ignore his question, while he gives me a hug. "Where am I?"

"We're at the hospital, sugar." He whispers, with a concerned tone.

"Why??" I groan. My thoughts are fuzzy. It's probably the meds, fucking up my head.
I try to sit up to see his face better, but when I make my first movement pain explodes in my head and my whole body.

"You-... You were-...." his words seem to stumble out of his mouth. "...Car accident..." He sighs, giving up to make a full sentence.

"Oh" wtf. Why is this happening to me? I always seem to be a magnet for trouble. Luck is never really been on my side :(.

A/N: Hey guys. Sorry for the long wait and shitty upload. I've been very busy with school and there are some personal things going on. I now have loads of time to upload so prepare fir more! If you see any errors just tell me (I'm dyslexic af). I hope you enjoyed this small chapter!

Two characters:
Taylor Lautner:

Gerard Way:

(His appearance changes)