Not So Cliche Kidnapping (Uncompleted)

Chapter 28 - Today Is The Day

^The lyrics match up perfectly.😂^

Chapter 28 - Today Is The Day

My eyes opened easily. The sun was on the verge of rising, so the horizon tinted my room a hot pink through the window.

They say that your body wakes itself up once it gets enough sleep.

But that wasn't the case.

I couldn't sleep.

I was unconscious for about an hour after Jordan left but my thoughts brought me back to reality. For hours, I laid in bed and thought to myself. For hours, I stared at the ceiling, not even making an effort to move a muscle.

Dark circles lingered under my tired eyes. I was hungry but my body didn't feel like eating. My body didn't want to eat anything.

Why am I like this?

I felt so insecure so suddenly. I felt like I didn't belong anywhere. There was no reason behind it.

I wasn't feeling suicidal, thank god, but I just wanted to crawl into a hole and lie there for a few days.

I curled my body under the covers as I watched the pink-tinted room turned into a vibrant orange.

It was a beautiful sight, even though all I was looking at was an old dusty room that didn't belong to me. The color that projected through the window made everything look... nice.

No matter how terrible this place was.

I sat up with no emotion. I felt so boring. So plain.

My eyes caught a view of the lime green safety scissors that were still hiding underneath my clothing from yesterday.

I lazily stood up from the bed and grabbed the scissors, then walking back to sitting on the bed.

I looked at the scissors, and then the tracker that was still attached to my ankle.

"This is all your fault," I muttered to the object, too tired to realize how stupid I looked talking to my own ankle.

"I would be free right now if you weren't created. I could be enjoying my shitty highschool life right now if you were gone." I growled at it.

It was just a regular anklet, wasn't it?

I twisted the bracelet so that I could study it better and noticed a tiny rectangular pannel that sat on the inside of the anklet.

Was this the tracker?

I peeled it off like a sticker.

No, this can't be it. There's no way Jordan made the tracker a sticker. He's too smart for that.

Or maybe he thinks I'm dumb.

I stuck the sticker on the bottom of the toilet seat in the bathroom so they wouldn't find it, just incase it actually was the sticker.

Should I try running away? I could wait until they were really sleepy.

I can make more sandwiches and get bottles of water. I could pack them in my school backpack since they let me keep that here. It's been laying in my closet for weeks.

It was around 5:00 AM, but I decided to work early. I quickly got in my uniform, racing down the stairs and making sandwich after sandwich and stuffing bottles of water in the fridge.

Today is the day.

I'm running away. I'm running away. Oh my shit, I'm actually running away.