Story Ideas

Idea #12

Black

That's the the last thing I remembered before what I assume was me passing out. I remembered someone grabbing me from behind as I walked to my car. I tried resisting and fighting, but all that got me was a slap and a makeshift gag placed in my mouth. I only got a slight glimpse of my kidnapper, and it wasn't much, all I saw was brown hair and green eyes. Those green eyes. They watched me as I suffered, as tears were falling from my eyes.

Even though I didn't know this man, from the moment I was shoved into the trunk of the car, I only felt one feeling towards him.
Hatred.

And then I was unconscious. I could only assume some type of poison was on the disgusting bandana that was forced into my mouth.

I woke up in a dark room that smelt of dirt and something rotten. The putrid smell burned my nostrils as I breathed. I was all alone in the small room, no bigger than a prison cell. I tried to stand up and run, but my efforts were nothing against the chain attached to my ankle. I was stuck in the stupid room. There was no escape, not even any windows.

I sat in the corner hopelessly imagining my life only the week prior. I knew things like this happened to rich people, they can pay hefty ransoms. But I'd never imagined it would happen to me.
Tears streamed down my face. Yesterday I had a nice warm bed, a full stomach, a smile and most importantly a life.

There was a sound at the door. It sounded like it was being unlocked. In walked a tall young man, no older than twenty five. He had brown shoulder length hair and well, you guessed it, those damned green eyes. He had a plate of some awful looking goo in his hands. As he walked closer to me, I tried my best to move further into the wall. My tears were tearing, there was my kidnapper.

"Your probably hungry. Here. Eat up." he said sitting himself down next to me. I gathered up enough courage to look him in the eyes.

"What do you want from me? Money? Let me go now and I promise my family will deposit however much you ask for the next minute. Just please let me go." More tears. Considering how dehydrated I was, it was a miracle that my eyes could still produce more tears.

He didn't even have the balls to answer me. All he did was place the plate on my lap and stared at the wall.

We sat there on silence. After contemplating whether or not to eat the mystery glunk, the  whale sounds coming from my stomach sealed the internal debate. I began to eat the stuff with the spoon provided. Fortunately, I was pleasantly surprised. What I had expected to taste like poop, tasted like fart.

"I didn't do this for the money." My kidnapper finally said to me. "I didn't actually know that your family had money. I can't give you a good reason as to why I took you except that I need a friend." He ran his fingers through his hair. "I hate being alone." He finished, before standing up and locking the door behind him,leaving me alone in the silence.

*
After a good nights sleep, good considering I was sleeping on a hard cold  cement floor, I woke up feeling...sh'tty.
I lay awake just staring at the ceiling thinking of the unnamed stranger. I hate being alone.
One half of me, the rational half, was angry. Truth is everyone gets lonely, but we all don't go around kidnapping people.
The other half sympathized with him, no one liked being lonely. Maybe he was just looking for someone to talk to. And in that moment, I'd decided I'd be that someone.

Whether it was the fact that it was strategic decision that could lead to my freedom or that I genuinely wanted to befriend him. I couldn't decided.

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This was so bad.

Suggested Title: Stockholm Syndrome
Genre: Teen Fiction
Possible Spin-offs: I have this idea where this guy (if you can guess who I based him on I love you.), is like an actual psycho. But he's also really lovely. I'm thinking, he's actually sad and lonely, because he killed his family. Yes, you read right. And so he needs a friend, so he kidnaps this girl. Maybe she could start feeling sorry for him and fall in love with him, but after she finds out he's a murderer, she's obviously back to being scared. But somehow he can either set her free and she leaves forever - end. Or she leaves, but comes back to help him get professional help and stuff. Hopefully they don't end up together, because not only is that unrealistic but who falls in actually love with a psychotic murderer kidnapper.

I purposely left the characters unnamed and hopefully vaguely described.

^this idea is whack. It's 4am, don't judge me.

Back to the thinking room
-M