Why now? Why today? Why me? What happened to the happy little school girl, uncontrollably in love with a hot guy in her school? Why...why?
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Morning
Why does my back hurt? And why is there blood covering my leg and arm? why am I lying on the ground? OH MY GOSH! IM IN THE MIDDLE OF A SQUARE STONE ROOM! The words on a poster: 'New York Police service' How did I get here? New York? How am I going to get home?
Chains tether my wrists and ankles to the wall supporting my back. A gag around my mouth prevents me from making any noise save a muffled scream.
Suddenly, I froze. Footsteps on concrete floor rang through my ears, wracked my brain and threatened to make me pass out in fear. Out of the blue, a man- unshaven, clothes dirty and very tall and burly- stood at the doorway of my cell. What have I done to be treated like this?
He roughly pulled me up by the arms an unlocked the shackles. He dragged me down a corridor, my life right now costing as much as the dirt on his boot to him. To him, I was nothing more than a prisoner.
Bu the one thing was, Jack never left my mind. Not once.
I was placed... I say placed, I was thrown into another room where a man sat behind a desk in a chair. He indicated to me to sit in the other chair next to him- the dirty, stiff backed chair. I sat down and stared him straight in the eyes.
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Mortal Impact
AksiA Young Girl's life: caught up in boys, drama and death. 'Like him? Of course I don't like him. Who would? He's a stuck up prick! But, I admit, he is kind of cute...ok then very cute! We are only the fir...
