Taken- a magcon fanfic

Chapter 1

More makeup... I thought. I had to cover the scars. I had to. There was no other option. Ever since- no I can't even think his name. It's poison to my body. Every time I hear, speak, or think it, it feels like every burn was still fresh. I dabbed some more concealer on my face and neck and pulled my soft blue hoodie over me. It was paired with dark skinny jeans and some soft chestnut uggs. My dark brown hair was assembled in a messy bun as usual. I grabbed my keys and stalked out of the house, not even bothering to say goodbye to my mother.

I pulled out of the drive way slowly and made my way to heathers house. If she didn't have a thing for baseball, I could still be in my pjs right now. Oh well it's already 11 am. The drive to heathers was uneventful. I guess I only went to the baseball game to spend time either. She was after all my very bestfriend.

I pulled into her driveway and made my way to her porch.

"Scarlett!" She yelled throwing her arms around me. "You look great. I cat see a single scar." She said with a smile,. This is how she always greeted me. She thought it was important to let me know she couldn't see my scars wen when it was a lie. I smiled weakly.

"Well let's go!" She cheered.

After a 10 minute drove and a small chat we arrived at the schools ballpark.

We took seats near the bottom of the bleachers. a really cute guy walked onto the field. His hair was brown and he appeared very fit. I couldn't lie to myself he was hot. I was pretty sure his name was tayte or something like that. He was the most popular guy in our school. My heart stung because it hadn't felt even the slittiest bit of affection since the last boy. I redirected my eyes to the ground. I could never love again after him. My scars once again felt fresh. I refused to let even the tiniest tear slip down my cheek. I had to be strong.

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It was the bottom of the final inning and after 3 cokes I really had to pee. We were ahead by 7. I knew we were going to win considering we already had 2 outs. We finally got the final out to win the game and I practically raced to the bathroom no one else was in there so I didn't have to wait. As I walked out of the stall I felt a hand grasp over my mouth. Shocked I flung my arms and made muffled cries for mercy. A 2nd hand gently pinched my nose, in an attempt to knock me out. My lungs screamed for air but I decided to give up. Maybe I was meant to die all along. If I did maybe the pain and depression would go away. And I slowly allowed myself to slip away, in the arms of a strange man. And soon I was gone.

Authors note!

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