Broken // h.s.

Broken (Harry Styles Fanfic)

CHAPTER ONE - Taken

I push through the front doors of the school, immediately breathing in the crisp autumn air which I have been deprived of for the last seven hours. Only 404 steps until I am home. As I figured it, this day was going to go like any other day; homework, study, read, eat, study again then sleep.

That's my routine, what I am used to by now. Girls like me stay in their comfort zone because the comfort zone is comfy. Books were my comfort zone and because of that, school has always come fairly natural to me.

"See you later Alana!" Quinn yells out to me. For as long as I can remember, besides my parents, Quinn has always been one of the only few consistencies in my life. She's a good friend and has always been supportive in everything I do and looking at her now; I sure hope we never lose touch.

"Don't forget! Six p.m. sharp!" I remind her of the studying we have to do for our upcoming test in U.S. history.

We're sophomores this year and nothing can bring down my grades especially if I expect to graduate top of my class. Other students joke about how my parents are uptight and always on my grades, but really, they're not. I want to graduate top of my class because I want to. Also because I have dreamed of attending college in New York City for as long as I could remember and it would help going on scholarship.

Quinn lives on the other side of the town, whereas I live relatively close to the school. So, everyday after school, I walk home.

Sometimes I walk alone and sometimes I walk with Nate; a pale, awkward boy who used to have a crush on me all the way up until junior high school. Now he's a good friend, but he's sick with the flu and didn't come into school today.

My long, chestnut brown hair blinds me when it whacks me in the face from the wind that is blowing merciless today. I should've listened to my mom and put on a hoodie. Only 51 steps until I am home.

Instead, I insisted I'd go with a white blouse and pink cardigan. I'm sort of regretting my clothing choice for today.

Just when I'm about to turn the corner and onto my street, I am pulled back into someone's tight grip. One arm is around my neck and another around my body.

My first instinct is to scream, but whoever it is, has beat me to it. A cloth is put over my nose and mouth, and when I breathe in the harsh chemicals, I black out.

Here's the thing; it's so unfair. One day, you're at home and you're listening to some indie song on the radio, looking out the window thinking; wow, my life is great. At least, I did. My life was one to dream about, one to envy... I hate to say it, but my life was near the definition of perfection.

And this day was the day...that all got ripped away from me.

It's unfair, I'll say it again because life really is. There are no rules to play by to keep safe from it screwing you over sooner or later... because it catches everyone.

Today was the day, I lost a part of myself and sanity.

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I wake up, but not all at once. It is the type of awakening when you are half awake, aware, but not fully just yet.

I feel around for my surroundings and I come into contact with nothing, but cold, concrete floor. I flutter my eyes open slowly and focus into an unfinished ceiling with all different types of wires and pipes sticking out.

The walls around me are concrete and brick and I quickly realize I am in a basement. I go into panic mode once I remember what happened when I was walking home and that this basement, is not mines.