A Beautiful Nightmare

Kidnapped

Who was she?

Who were they?

Why did she say she knows where I live, and that I was hers?

Why did the others do nothing but sit there, like it was completely normal?

How could she possibly know where I live?

These are all questions that have been circling around in my mind ever since I got home.

Right now it's 12:30 A.M., and I can't sleep for fear of being murdered in the middle of the night by that Australian psycho and her gang. So I'm just eating a tub of Ben & Jerry's ice cream while watching Flip or Flop on HGTV, in an attempt to forget about the whole thing.

It was right in the middle of when they were about to reveal the renovated house when suddenly, the power went out, along with my entertainment for the night.

Hmm.. That's weird. Is it storming or something?

I pushed the curtain slightly to get a view of the outside. It's as clear as can be... I don't understand why this is happening. I've paid my electric bill this month, so that can't be the reason for it.

Wait... The lady from the restaurant.

My blood ran cold.

No... It can't be. I'm just overreacting. Maybe someone knocked down a power line by accident.

I stepped back from the curtain and calmed myself down. I have 100% of battery life on my iPhone, so I can read until I fall asleep. I went into my kitchen, lit some Christmas Cookie candles and then laid down in my room. I've always loved candles and the way they just made everything glow. The flames dance around, making the room fill with warmth and color. It's beautiful.

I began reading my book by Judy Bloom. She's one of my favorite authors, because she can easily relate to so many teenagers and adults in her work.

After about an hour of reading my eyes began to feel heavy, feeling myself drifting in and out of consciousness.

Maybe it wouldn't hurt to get some sleep.

Burying my head into my plush pillow, my mind and my body drifted off into a dreamy slumber.
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3:00 A.M.

"Fuck don't wake her up Jordan! We need to get her to the car first." An Australian voice whispered in an angry tone.

"Well if you'd like to think of a better way, be my guest! You're the one that had to have her." A deep irritated voice retorted.

So that's Jordan...

"Could we all just work together and stop bitching? You're giving me a headache." Another deep, but whiny voice chimed in.

"I mean she is hot. I'll probably have to do this for mine." A raspy female voice said.

"Next time, we're not leaving the chloroform in the car K.B. That was stupid." The Australian accent stated, everyone grunting in agreement.

The raspy girls voice's name is K.B.

I opened my eyes slightly to see what was happening.