*Aphmau's POV*
I blinked and looked up slowly, my eyes adjusting to the darkness that enfolded me. I was sitting on a cold, hard floor, my arms aching behind my back. I tried to move but as soon as I did, a sharp pain courses through my body. I screamed in pain and let out ragged breaths.
I sat still, not wanting to go through that pain again and making it worse. I looked up slowly without moving my head, taking in what I could see:
There was a small table to my right, papers and photos scattered on it. There were a few photos pinned on the wall, but I couldn't fully see them. They seemed like just a bunch of colors and outlines to me.
I turned my attention to the other side of the room, where cut rope and a small pocket knife lay forgotten on the floor. I tried not to think about how they were used and turned back to the photos. Maybe they could tell me something, maybe about where I am or who took me. I squinted and strained my eyes, ignoring the pain building in the back of my head. I could finally make out the photos and my eyes widened in fear.
They were photos of me.
Ever since my first year of Pheonix Drop High:
One was of me standing in front of a water fountain in a hall, another of me sitting beside Travis in class. There was another of me sitting alone in the cafeteria and more from high school. Then there were ones of me in college, sitting in class taking notes, talking to my professor after classes, or in the hall of my dorm room.
My mouth opened and closed in shock, my mind occupied with searching for possible people who could've taken these pictures.
But then I noticed an outline in a dark corner of the room and I was frozen in fear and relief.
My mom was there.
