Claimed.

Night Terrors.

"Mother I'm sixteen years old, almost seventeen might I add. I am fully capable of driving myself to the mall and back in one piece!" I yelled to my mother who was down stairs pacing around while I threw on my yellow rain boots. It was the last day of summer vacation. Tomorrow I would be a junior in high school, one year away from graduating. My best friend Cleo insisted that we shop for back to school clothes the night before so we would be fully ready. Going out shopping at six o'clock at night didn't feel right in my mothers eyes, she wanted me to just stay home since it was raining very hard. I should have listened to her.

It took me thirty minutes to convince her and score twenty bucks for gas. Cleo and I met up around seven and quickly started shopping. Honestly I don't remember what I even bought that night, all I do know is that I spent about four days worth of working. My part-time waitress job didn't pay much but I was at least good at saving my money, I was just horrible at spending it.

We finished shopping at around nine thirty, the shops stayed open late due to it being the last day of summer vacation and all. We grabbed some coffee and talked for a while, waiting to see if the rain would let up, and chatted mostly about what we would wear on our first day back. Really though when you live in a small town that really only rains and stays cold all year you really only have one type of styling option. Layers. I didn't mind much, my weight was usually in between "almost presentable" and "lay off the chips". That was the only up side to living in a town where it felt like winter all the time, no need for a bikini body.

I didn't leave the coffee shop until ten thirty. Cleo parked on the busy side of the mall that was covered by a roof, while I was forced to park on the far empty side of the mall which of course was open wide to all of the elements. So there I was, small little five foot girl completely drenched from head to toe, running through the parking lot with seven large bags in my ice cold hands. I had felt like someone was watching me but I was to cold and wet to even care, I thought I was in the clear. Some how I thought even if something were to happen I would just kick, scream, and use my keys as a weapon. Like I always say, "aim for the jugular!". Sadly I had no such luck.

I threw my bags into the trunk and quickly made my way for the drivers seat. My hand only made it an inch away from the door before a pair of strong arms wrapped around my small frame and lifted me up in the air. I kicked, I sure as hell screamed, but it only amused my kidnapper. He called me a loud bitch before covering my face with some scratchy cloth. Whatever it was coated in burned my skin and lungs, my head spun and as much as I fought to stay awake it was no use.

My captor threw me in the back seat of what I assumed to be his car, which smelled of putrid decaying meat. I tried my hardest to stay awake and fight but a sharp pinch from my arm, followed by a feeling of cold liquid entering my veins was the last thing I remember from that night.

Which leads me to the present. Me, laying on what I think, or what I will pretended to be a mattress. My body feels like it's being weighed down by a million bricks. I can't open my eyes, I can't even make a sound. Lord only knows how long I've been laying here. Weeks? Months? Every time I think I can move or even open my eyes a distant voice will say, "not yet," and I will feel the pinch in my arm. I honestly don't want to know what they are even doing to me. For all I know my organs could be outside my body, they could have scalped me. I'm not even going to think of any sick bastard touching me There.

Some times I will wake up for a couple minutes and just think of my mother, how much pain she is in right now, wondering if she thinks I'm dead, if anyone's even looking for me. I just hope with all of my heart that she is alright. We are all each other have and here I am probably killing her inside. Other times I wish they would just kill me, or at the very least let me wake up. I want to go home.