Another party my friends have had and I am once again home alone. I guess I don't have real friends. I guess I'll just watch more Markiplier and Wade and Bob. I loved them all to death. Mark was a alright guy, Wade was a cutie, and Bob had contagious laughter. I laid down thinking how hurt I was from them not inviting me. I didn't care.
I was a faithful follower of Mark since day one. I always wished he would some how end up in my house. Or neighborhood. I'd be happy just seeing him drive bye.
'Jesse! How was your night?' My phone screen lit up with the text from my "Friend" Lana.
I ignored it and went back to watching Markiplier. I was always sad when she texted me because she always had the parties. I honestly don't know why we were friends. She hated me and talked about me and I hated her too. I didn't talk about her but still....... I really didn't like her.
I heard a small crash noise. I shrugged it off. The cats probably knocked another painting down. I put my headphones on and continued to watch Markiplier. Soon I felt someone put there hand over my mouth with a rage on it. I automatically knew I was being chloroformed.
I turned my head hoping to catch a glimpse of my Kidnapper. He had beautiful brownish black spikey hair and goldish brown eyes. I soon after passed out. All I could think about was what if my parents came home and didn't see me on the couch like usual. I'd be in so much trouble. What is wrong with me!? I am thinking about getting in trouble for being kidnapped. I soon couldn't think any longer. The last thought in my mind was Who is my kidnapper?
