Kidnapped

Chapter 2: Where am I?

MARISSA'S POV

After he left I cried. Not just a few pity tears, but the ones that are the size of raindrops and just keep coming. I wasn't going to be a missing person for 2 weeks and Sarah and I still didn't even know what my kidnapper looked like.

For all I know, I will be dead before my 2 weeks are up. But I might have to wait another week before they actually find me.

Thinking of Sarah made me sit up. Her parents thought we were going to McDonald's then I was going to drop her off at home. Her parents would report us missing. I smiled, I am going to be out of here in no time.

But then a thought struck me, we could have driven really far and we might be out of Idaho by now. Oh no. Maybe they wont be able to find us at all. Oh crap, oh crap, oh crap.

I am going to die.

Well that may not be necessarily true, but he would kill me, his voice showed true hate and a blood lust I had never heard in my life. But the voice was one of a killer, even 12-year-old's didn't matter to him.

I slowly stood up and felt a little dizzy, bur the feeling passed and I looked around the room. It was small. Only about 10 feet by 7 feet. Only enough room for a bed and a little space.

Then I looked up. There was a small light that was about to go out. The room felt darker than it had minutes ago so I swung around and looked at the window. It was dark and cold.

I have read plenty of novels to know that doors are windows are key to escape, so I pulled my bed so it was right below the window, stood on it and attempted to peer out. It was still about a foot above my head.

Figures.

So I stood on the frame thingy on the front of the bed. The cold metal chilled my toes.

I still was about 2 inches to short.

I stretched until I felt my feet slip out from under me. I fell to the ground with a bang and felt a strong pain through my ankle. I slowly pushed myself up so I was sitting, not laying, on the cold cement that I had fallen on and carefully ran my fingers up and down my ankle. I winced when I felt the center of the pain, but slightly pushed. It hurt horribly, but I rubbed around to make sure it wassn't broken. Thankfully, I didn't break it, but I must have sprained it or just twisted it very badly.

I cried again for the 3rd time in a half an hour. After I was done crying I tried to stand up, only to fall to the floor. The pain was excruciating and it was swelling and turning purple.

With some effort I managed to move the bed back to it'soriginal position so my attempt to find out where I was wouldn't be obvious. Then I lied down on the bed and toke a deep breath. Honestly, I was scared to fall asleep. All I could think about was the nightmares and screams that would come.

Thats when I felt like I was going to go crazy if I didn't figure out what happened to Sarah and didn't find a way to get out. So I got up and walked slowly over to the door.

I ran my fingers all along the door. Searching for something, anything, that could help me to get out. It was solid metal and had 3 locks on it. I looked around for something to pick it with.

Then I saw the matress. The springs!!! I was about to walk over there when the door quickly opened and I got slammed against the wall. New pain erupted from my ankle. I crumpled into a ball to protect myself from whoever was at the door.

" You trying to get out?"

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Dunh dunh dunh! Who is the person at the door??? Please comment, fan, blah blah blah blah. You know the drill ;) Hope you liked it!

-AlicatP