My Kidnappers

Chapter 5 - Mother's Journal

    "One, two, three, four, tell me that you love me more. Sleepless, long nights, that is what my youth was for. Old teenage hopes are alive at your door, left you with nothing, but they want some more." I sung quietly to myself, my feet dangling off the side of the bed. With a groan, I fell back. "It's official, Blair. You've lost it."

 It was true. I had lost it. Being trapped in a room with no fresh air, no interaction, hardly any food, and having to stare at the same four walls everyday was causing my mind to become slowly unstable. My toes sunk into the soft carpet as I stood from my sitting position on the bed. 

I sighed and made my way towards the bathroom. I stopped infront of the sink and placed my palms on the smooth counter-top, leaning onto it and looking in the large mirror above. My tired eyes took in my disturbing and exhausted appearance. Low, dark bags hung under my eyes, my skin was a couple of shades lighter than it had been when I had looked in the mirror the last time -- the day I was kidnapped and dragged to this hell hole. My hair was in obvious  need of a hair brush and a shower, and my lips were cracked and white. 

Looking at myself this way made my stomach sick. The last time I had even looked halfi this bad was when I was going through my depressed stage in my early teenage years. It was safe to say I looked worse than a hobo.

My eyes traveled to the right, noting the curtained shower next to me. It honestly wasn't my brightest idea, but I was running out of those. I pushed off the counter and shut the bathroom door. I eyed the shower once more and took a deep breath, lifting my smelly shirt over my head, nearly choking at the disgusting smell that came from my underarms. It's official, I've lost any dignity I ever even had. I shuddered in disgust and continued to pull off my clothing until I was standing in the cold bathroom, completely naked. 

"You're halfway there, no turning back now." I murmured to my reflection. Stepping towards the shower, I pulled back the curtain. I groaned when I realized there was only a bar of soap and a Axe 2-in-1 shampoo and conditioner. It's the best I got. I gently turned on the water, turning it as hot as I could stand it. I walked back towards the sink and began to unwrap the bandaging on my somewhat healed wrists, not wanting to get the bandages wet. I double checked the towel rack, making sure there were towels I could use afterwards, which thankfully there were,  and stepped into the shower.

The skin embraced and absorbed the refreshing hot water that poured down on it from the shower-head. I leaned my hands on the tile gently, trying not to put too much pressure on my injured wrists, and sighed in content, letting the water run down the crease of my back. This was porbably the most relaxed I had been since I'd been here in this hell-hole. Just standing here, letting the warmth and relaxation of the water take over my body. Dare I say; it felt nice.

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I had lost track of how long I was in the shower, but I wasn't complaining. I felt clean, and that's all that mattered. I had at least gained a hint of dignity back. My only mission now would be to find some clothes. I hadn't exactly planned ahead before my brilliant idea to get naked in my kidnappers house. I hadn't considered that he had a key to the room I was trapped in, nor that he was a pervert and I was unclothed. 

I walked back into the bedroom, a white towel wrapped tightly around my body. I glanced about the room, my eyes stopping on the cherry wood dresser. I sighed and walked towards it, opening the first drawer. I furrowed my eyebrows as I looked at the two victorian looking journals sitting in the top drawer. Forgetting my mission of clothes, my curiosity got the best of me and I grabbed a journal from the drawer and closed it, moving to sit down on the bed.

My fingertips skimmed over the grainy texture of the journal and I more than willingly opened it, instantly feeling like I was invadinig someone's privacy.