The Classified Files

Chapter 1

Chapter 1

Zoe Campbell

I woke to sudden and utter darkness, my hair crazily tangled. Running a hand through my hair, I tried to sit up, only to crash into something next to me. Where am I? I look around for light, but can only find the dim outline of some heavy curtains, sunshine peeking around. Cautiously getting up off the bed, I tiptoe over to the window and slowly move a corner of the curtain, as to not hurt my eyes from the sudden light.

As the light floods the room I’m in, I gasp. I’m not alone. There are five other girls, each in their respective beds, everyone dressed differently. I study them. Why are they here? Why am I here? Where am I? I pace around the room, noticing that there are three brunettes, including myself, one blond, one auburn, and one dark haired girl. Maybe they like brunettes more? I don’t know. And who is they?

The blond girl moves slowly on the bed and starts to stir. Opening her eyes, I notice she has wide blue eyes, and looks very young. Younger than me. “Where-where am I?” she stutters, looking around at her surroundings. Then she looks at me, and slowly turns around to see the other four girls still lying motionless on their beds.

She jumps up, out of bed, and runs over to me. “Why am I here? I only went out to get some groceries for my mom,” she sobs. I run my hand over her hair soothingly, trying to be comforting.

“Here, why don’t we sit down for a while and we can talk?” I suggest, taking a seat on the cold marble.

“O-okay,” she lowers herself down next to me.

“Let’s start from the beginning. What’s your name, age, where you’re from, and what’s the last thing you remember?”

“Well, my name is Brianne. Brianne Marcelles. I’m sixteen, and I’m 5’2. I have two younger sisters, Sarah and Christie. I don’t really know how I got here, but I remember walking to the grocery store just down my street because my mom wanted me to pick up some eggs and milk. I felt someone behind me, and so I looked around, but no one was there. I started getting really nervous, but then a man put his hand over my mouth and I bit it. He let go, but then he tied this blindfold over me and threw me in a car. I fell unconscious after that I guess, because of the rag he put over my nose. The next thing I know, I’m here. What about you?”

I sigh deeply and pinch the bridge of my nose. Her story sounded awfully similar to mine, except she was younger, had blond hair, and had two siblings that were younger than her. “My name’s Zoe Campbell. I’m seventeen, I have an older brother, and I’m 5’5, I think. I was walking home from school when the guy started attacking me. To make a long story short, I escaped him the first time and started running away, but then he pulled up again in a white van and caught me. I wasn’t able to fight him off the second time, because he was more prepared, but he used chloroform and knocked me out. I guess I was kidnapped first, that’s why I woke up first. Wait, do you know what the date is?”

Brianne shakes her head, starting to panic. “I was taken on the 14th of August, I think,” she replies.

I frown. “I know I was kidnapped on the 13th. Friday the 13th actually,” I smile humorlessly.

“Well, at least we can somewhat estimate the date if we get the rest of the girls awake,” Brianne suggests.

“Yeah, but let’s not wake them up. Let them sleep off the drug, it’ll be better for them that way,” I say.

“You sound like you’ve been through this before,” she tilts her head at me curiously.

Laughing darkly, “You don’t even know.”

Brianne stands up, brushing off her jeans. “Let’s look around, see if we can find anything that’ll help us escape,” she offers me a hand up.

Taking her small hand, I pull myself up and join her in investigating, my brunette hair swishing around my face. “Hey Brianne, do you happen to have a hairtie?” I call over to her.

“Yes, I do actually, I always keep a bunch of them because I end up losing them all somehow,” she tosses one to me.

Catching it, I proceed to untangle my hair with my fingers to the best of my abilities and braid it to the side, tying it off. Walking over to the door leading to somewhere unknown, I try the handle. Of course it’s locked. The door is sturdy, and it doesn’t look like it’ll be easy to take down. “You found anything?” I ask Brianne.

“Nope, there’s nothing in the closet that we could use, except for maybe that rod that’s holding the curtains,” she replies.

I sit back down, defeated. “Well, guess we’re just going to have to wait for a while, or at least until more of the girls wake up or someone comes in to check on us.”

“Yeah,” she agrees, plopping down next to me.

I look out the window, where freedom is, just a few feet away.

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So what exactly does Zoe know? What's in her past? How do you think the other girls are going to react to their imprisonment? Certainly not as calmly as Brianne and Zoe, don't you think?

Hope you enjoyed that chapter, let me know what you think!

xx Euni