Trapped

Chapter Sixteen

Sarah

There are no cars on this street. It is eerily empty but I am apathetic to all that is around me. I walk up to the bench at the side of the road and sit. My stomach is empty. My legs are in excruciating pain. I'm out of breath and exhausted because all I did was eat, fear my death and sleep at the cottage. If this type of thing happens again I'm not gonna sit waiting for death. It was like I was apathetic and numb in that place.

Hopefully Joel isn't dead. He's not a bad person. Just a good guy who did something bad. They were all probably gunning for Joel by now, wanting to kill him in a prolonged act of torture.

I need to stop thinking of death, it is an ironic and morbid way to spend life considering who my mother became. I want to be an innocent child again, only thinking of how pretty fairies and butterflies are. Instead I sit thinking about unrealistic things like love and unicorns and the possibility for a future where happiness is a possibility for someone like me.

The grumble of an engine pulls me from my dark thoughts. I hear the vehicle park at the curb and remain motionless. For a moment all that accompanies me is silence and the feeling that something bad was about to happen. Then a car door opens and slams shut behind me. I don't move or turn around, whatever happens my fate is sealed and there's really nothing I can do. Control is a figment to me. I don't have it in me to care if it is them. I barely register the footsteps behind me. They're just the soundtrack to the horrible movie that is my entire life and I am not in the position to care what they may mean for me. I am just about to turn around to see who it is out of curiosity. But you know what they say about curiosity? It kills cats. And me too apparently. Before I turn, hands wrap themselves around my mouth. My eyes widen and I bite into the hand that is clamped around my mouth.

My attacker flinches then readjusts his hand again. This is it. The moment I die. This is the end of the tragic story that is my life.

'Sarah, CALM down!' The voice makes me freeze in shock. 'Are you going to scream? Or can I let go now?' I shake my head slowly wondering if I'm doing the right thing. No way am I making this easy. He moves his hand from my mouth. I decide to just go for it, this ending has been drawn out for far too long.

I scream.

He turns me to face him. I vaguely take in his blue eyes and dirt-blonde hair. He looks so much like Charlie it's creepy. Although Charlie's eyes were warm and soft and his eyes are hard and pointed. I don't know why I even screamed, there's no one here to save me. At least I can say I tried to save myself this time.