The Dark Ones

Chapter 1

You don't really realize how horrifying this world can be at times until something terrible does happen. You don't appreciate what you have, until it's all ripped from you. You look around and take everything for granted. But what if it wasn't there? What if every single thing that you've learned to love was gone? Pretty horrid right? You're probably thinking that that would be the worst thing that could possibly happen. Well it is.

It was a beautiful day out. The sun shining and the wind like fingers going through my hair. I managed to put a smile on my face and tie my hair into a tight bun on my head, it looked like a little dirty blonde cake. A very thin cake that I'm pretty sure nobody would want to eat. I started walking to school. It wasn't bad because the pathetic excuse of a high school that I go to is nestled in a corner at the end of the street. Little did I know that I wouldn't be going to school today.

Just as I reach the curb I am watching my feet. My black converse covered feet. Maybe if I wasn't so worried about watching my feet I would've seen the men who were going to grab me. I might have been able to run back to my family's apartment. Run into my moms arms and have her whispering "it's all going to be okay,". But I was watching my shoes. So I didn't see them grab my arms. I tried to scream but one of the men's hands was secured tightly around my mouth. I saw the other man completely this time. He was in dark shades too dark for me to identify eyes. He wore a pure black suit. And he was approaching with duct tape. I found out the purpose of the duct tape when they placed a large strip over my mouth and wrapping it several times around my wrists as well as my ankles. I couldn't move. I couldn't scream. I couldn't do anything.

Next thing I knew my head was bleeding and I was stuffed in a trunk. I punched the opening that was securely closed. But of course no effect. This was helpless, so I did the only thing I could do. I cried. No, not just cried, I bawled. All I could think of we're my parents and how their 16-year old daughter just got kidnapped. They probably were sitting on the cloth sofa right now crying their eyes out. I shared this nightmare with them. Calming myself down was as hard as putting a butterfly back in its cocoon. All I could hear was myself crying a river. Maybe I should stop crying so I don't drown I'm this trunk full of tears. When I calmed myself down, however I heard deep raspy voices.

"I can't believe you hit her," said the first one. You could tell by the tone in his voice that he was truly agitated.

"I did what I had to do, she is unbelievably strong." The voice was deeper than an ocean. This man was calmer. Still angry, yet calmer.

"You didn't have to knock the girl out! We had her duct taped,"

"I did what I had to do," the man kept repeating himself. "She put up a good fight. She was to strong to keep concious," Staying quiet seemed like the best thing so that is what I decided to do.