Another World

Chapter 13

A/N:

Before you read this, I strongly advise you that this chapter contains a few mild graphic scenes. (NOT THE SEXUAL TYPE - NO. LOL I DON'T WRITE THAT STUFF. SORRY. MAYBE IN A DIFFERENT STORY - idk. MORE LIKE - Blood / torture - that kind of stuff if you understand). I tried NOT to make it that bad but if you aren't comfortable with reading things of that sort, than I strongly advise you NOT to read the first half of this chapter. No worries, you won't miss much of it.

The first half of this chapter will contain just a highlight of what Leena is experiencing - Leena's point of view and the pain and misery she's going through so don't say I didn't warn you cause I did. Also a conversation between her and one of her kidnapers. If you don't want to read it but want to know the conversation they had just message me and I'll summarize it for you.

I'm sorry if it's too much to handle, it's just a fanfic!

don't blame me. You guys can just skip to the end and back up a couple pages to where it says: 'Christina's POV' if you don't want to read that first half.

-Christina

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Leena's POV:

I woke up in a cold, dark room - all the walls hard as stone. There was a small window which was currently the only light that came through, bringing a bit of happiness to my eyes seeing that blue sky outside and those puffy white clouds in the distance.

Where am I?! What happened? This is NOT my bed.. and where is everyone?

I lay on a flat tarp with a thin blanket.

Haha, yeah sure... like this is gonna keep me warm.

I shivered on the stone floor, bringing my legs up to my chest. I gasped at the sickening sight before me. Both my knees were scrapped and bloody, a large gash on my upper right thigh. I felt sick just starring at my horrid legs. I could see part of my own bone from my right leg. I just couldn't stare much longer or I would have the urge to vomit.

The warm tears streamed down my pale face as I took in the sight of myself in a small shard of glass laying on the floor. I bring my scrapped hands up to my face and cry out in pain, feeling another large gash on my left cheek, the blood trickling endlessly down my face.

I could hardly see out of my left eye which I thought was strange. I move my hand up to examine my eye to find it swollen, and from looking in the glass shard, the skin around my left eye had turned dark purple.

My hair was a complete mess with dirt and blood patches in it. My clothes looked like rags - literally. My white shirt was now the colors of gray, red, and brown and my shorts covered in more mud. Really bad idea to have chosen to wear shorts. I notice my ankles are chained to the floor and my face looked almost ghost-like. And to bring more misery to the situation, I was tired, starving and freezing cold!!

"Now, Clarissa, be nice to our guest Leena. Remember, she's one of Harry's friends-"

Who's Clarissa? What are they talking about? How do they know my name? Harry? Are they talking about Harry Styles, Christina's boyfriend? What's going on?

The endless questions roamed around my head as I tried desperately to listen to the sounds of people talking just a few feet outside the door to the room I'm trapped in.

"Yeah, okay. But this girl isn't Harry's girlfriend! The one I want to get my revenge on! The girl that I saw in MY Harry's arms!!!! You didn't get her!!!"