Hostage *EDITING*

Chapter 5

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Jess's P.O.V

My name is Jessica Faye.

People call me Jess.

I live in a small town outside of St. Louis.

My parents kicked me out.

I can never look at myself the same again.

I was walking the streets and was kidnapped when I got kicked out.

Everything was ok before the accident.

I am gross.

Worthless.

Disgusting.

Horrible.

Nothing.

Now? I am mute.

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I've been living on the streets ever since the day I shot Lion. I escaped before the police got there and I immediately went to the store with the money I took from the house. They kept the hidden money in the same place as it was before she left the first time.

I bought stuff to change my appearance, and with what was left I got food and water.

As of right now, I barely have any food or water left, and the roots of my hair were showing its original color. I bought bleach for my hair, lots of crummy make up, scissors to cut my hair, sunglasses for my eyes, and a new pair of cheap clothes. I looked like a completely different person.

I could only afford a few months worth of food, so that's why I'm almost out. Even if I only eat small bits a day, it feels like I've eaten ten cans. Before leaving the house, I also managed to grab a few things from my bedroom. I wanted to see it for the last time before leaving, probably forever this time. I grabbed a large backpack and put a few of my favorite things in there.

I put in a family photo, my stuffed cat I've had since I was born, and a bracelet.

I didn't think of this as just a bracelet like I used too. I think of it as a journey to my past, when I wasn't here, and when I never thought I would be.

Even though my memory returned that night, it seems that those happy memories are slowly fading to where I can't remember them. Bad thoughts fill my mind now a days, especially with nothing to keep my mind off of them. I feel like I'm trapped in my own thoughts.

I take a seat on a bench, not to far where I nearly passed out from exhaustion, and went to sit down. I laid on the bench, still wearing the backpack so I wouldn't get stolen.

I start to drift off when someone taps my shoulder. I jerk up, all tense when I see an elder woman. She looked about late 70s maybe.

She looked at me with apologetic eyes and I relaxed a bit, still on my guard if something does happen.

"May I sit?" She asks with a soft voice, tilting her slightly.

I nod, and gesture for her to take a seat.

"What's your name love?" She asks

I open my mouth to speak, but no words cam out. I quickly reached in my bag, unfolding a piece of paper that was inside.

In bold writing on the paper, there was just one simple word, but it said so much.

"Mute"