Owned

Chapter 1

There was a knock on the door. I jolted up from my position on the sofa. I panicked. My parents had told me to not open the door to anyone but when I saw peeped out the window, I saw Emma. I smiled a little. I went upstairs to get my key from under my pillow. It was my safe place. I couldn't it anywhere. It must've slipped under my bed. I ran back down the stairs and peeped out the window again. There was no one there. I was confused. Not mildly. A lot. Out of nowhere, raindrops came falling out of sky. Everything was going so fast today. Too fast.
My phone vibrated and I looked at the caller ID. It was an unknown number. Hardly anyone ever called me. I texted people most of the time and the only call I would get is from my parents yelling at me to come home because it was too late to be out at night. I didn't bother with it. It was probably one of those ten year olds with their prank calls. What is so cool about them?
I bolted up and down the house to try and find my keys. Behind the tables, inside the drawers and even in the bathroom. There were just nowhere to be seen. As I walked down the stairs and into the living room, my phone started ringing once again as soon as I sat down. There was no caller ID once again. Why would someone purposely dial the wrong number again?
"Hello? Who is this?" I asked.
I got no reply. It was one of those prank calls. Annoying ten year olds trying to prove to their friends how "cool" they were. Just as I was about to put the phone down, I heard crying. It wasn't very clear. It was muffled a little bit. There was also a bit of screaming in the distance. I couldn't make out what it was but there was terror on the other side of the line. I held the phone closer to my ear to listen in carefully.
"Hello," a man said.
I jumped in surprise. The phone fell out of my hand and on to the floor. Thankfully the call wasn't disconnected. I picked my phone and said hello back but there was no response. The line went dead. Well that was pointless. Maybe they did have the wrong number.

Usually morning went very well. I got up on time and I got dressed in time. I had my breakfast in time and I got on to the bus in time. But this morning broke the pattern. My alarm failed to go off but it wasn't that big of a problem. As I had slept early, I managed to get up early. As i looked at my alarm clock to see what was wrong, it turned out that the batteries were dead and the clock had stopped at two o'clock in the morning. Getting into the shower seemed like an easy job but I had managed to slip and fall flat on my face with ease. The harder I tried to get up and regain my balance, the more I fell. By the time I actually got out to get dressed, I had massive bruises on my knee. I stared at my wardrobe to see what I could wear. There seemed to be nothing that appealed to me. They were all so dull and nothing seemed to match my personality.
"Why is nothing working with me today?" I muttered to myself.
I was wearing such an ugly outfit, I refused to describe it. Another challenge for me seemed to be walking down the stairs. I seemed to miss a lot of steps and ended up taking a small tumble down them. Everything in the kitchen looked like a mess. I was a hundred percent sure that I had left it nice and tidy. It definitely wasn't me who did this but then again I was the only one in the house. I had left my phone on the dinging table last night and it was still where I had placed it. There were quite a lot of missed calls by an unknown number. They were all the same number but rendering what happened last night, I didn't bother with it whatsoever.
There was only enough milk to fill one glass and I took it. It wasn't as much as a refreshing taste as I remembered it. I shrugged to myself and grabbed my bag on the way out. There was only five minutes until the bus arrived at the bus stop nearest to me. I put my hand on the handle and tried to open the door. It wouldn't. I tried my hardest to find the keys last night but obviously I had failed. Now, there was no way I could get out. Unless I climbed through the window. The living room had big enough window for me to fit through. I dropped my bag to the floor and opened the window but it wouldn't either. I used all my strength to get it to work but it was stuck. I remember going to Emma's house and they used to have little keys for theirs. They would unlock theirs before opening them. However, it wasn't like that here. You just opened and closed.
I didn't like going to school and seeing many people there but this was frustrating. I ran to the kitchen where the back door was. It appeared to be locked as well. Mum and dad didn't warn me about this and it's not like they would come back in the middle of the night and lock me in.
My back slid down the back door and my bum landed on the ground quite painfully. I hugged my knees tight. I had no way out. I was officially locked in.