Without You

(Day 1)

  It was about 3:25pm and I was walking to the park to meet up with Matt and tell him my feelings. I was walking down Darson St. When I noticed I was being followed.

  I took 4 right turns just to make sure the person was actually following me and sure enough, he was still right behind me. I started running but he caught up to me and pinned me to the concrete.

"I work in the corporation of the T.L.F project. Please state your name and age." He says while holding me down my by left shoulder.

"My name is Rain, and I'm 22 years old! Now please get off of me, and what does T.L.F even stand for?" I started struggling under his weight. He pulls out a walkie-talkie and clicks a button.

"Found her, over." He says while looking around.

"Bring her in, make sure to give her the shot." Says another man through the walkie-talkie.

"Sorry about this.." He pulls out a syringe and shoots some black liquid into my leg. Before I could scream for help, I was out cold.

{Two hours later}

  I wake up in a room with a bed, a stove, a fridge, a window, a rope, a knife,and a razor blade. That's it. I stare at the door hoping it's not locked. I walk over to it and try to turn the knob, of course; locked.

"LET ME OUT!!" I scream as I pound on the steal door. Looks like you would need a lazor to get through it.

"ANYONE!?" I scream to just hear my voice echo through the halls on the other side of the door.

"Please...?" I whisper while sliding down the door by my back. Tears prick the corners of my eyes.

  After a while I give up, I sit against the door sobbing. Suddenly, there was a voice below me, a familiar voice.

"Im not ugly!" Matt's voice rings through my ears, glass braking after the yells.

"you're worthless," another voice says, I hear another glass brake.

  I pound on the floor, trying to get Matt's attention. "Matt! You're beautiful! And you're everything to me! Dont give up!" I yell at the floor.

  The braking glass, Matt's yelling, and monotoned voices continue to ring through my ears. I open the fridge to see if there's anything good to eat; nothing but raw meet.

  I've eaten some chicken, read an entire book, and cried at least a gallon. I've gone back to pounding on the door, even though its useless. Two hours later my knuckles start to bleed, so I use my palm.

  After an hour or so, even my palm is bleeding. I tare off a strip off my shirt and wrap it around my hand. I lay down on the disgusting mattress and use my cardigan as a blanket.

  Maybe tomorrow I can get out.. Maybe..

Oh hey guys, yep I'm making another book! Anyways, if this book sounds like any other book its just a coincidence and I have no intention to steal ideas or plots. Anyways tell me what you think and if I should continue!