Behind Closed Doors

Day 4 - Kidnapped-

Ruby Copeland
Thursday 6:12pm
January 4, 2018
Dear Diary,

                As I turned around I saw a dark shadow move from one hallway to the next. I couldn't believe my eyes. I was just standing there, in the middle of the room, desperate for a way out. As I backed up into the corner of the room, a hand tightly wrapped around my mouth. As I kicked and screamed for help I felt a needle inject into my arm. Each time I let out a deadly scream, I began to lose more and more energy, until I just gave up.
             As tears rolled down my cheek, I was being dragged, but I couldn't figure out where to. I was being pulled far away from the castle. Far away from my friends and family. Far away from my sweet godmother who I couldn't live without. My eyes rolled behind my head and I was out like a candle.
I woke up, and I could feel the lumps and bumps of the road beneath me. This person—shadow— well whatever it was, it was taking me somewhere, but I was helpless, I couldn't move, I couldn't talk, I couldn't speak, I couldn't do anything. I didn't try to escape, because my eyes were covered, my hands were tied behind my back, my mouth was duct-aped, and my legs were tied together, and I knew  there was not much hope for me. I wouldn't be surprised if no one noticed I was missing. No one cares anyways, I thought. As I laid in the back of the truck all tied up, I fell back to sleep again.
             I was awoken by the smell of fresh blood. This time I was in a sitting position, and I began to panic. I had no clue what was going on around me, and all I could think of was someone extracting blood from me. I kicked my feet as hard as I could, to move the chair somewhere, but that somewhere was a place I never imagined falling into. Immediately after, I heard a loud sound. It sounded like door opening. I stopped because I thought that someone, or something was there to torture me again. As I heard the door slam shut. I started to move the chair again, but this time I heard a voice. An unknown voice, from the corner of the room where I heard the door opening, screamed,"NOOOO." As I began to panic I quickly moved the chair faster and faster forwards.
                I felt a body trying to fiddle with the ropes tying my hands together. I'm not sure why, but I moved the chair faster and faster with every breath I took. The world began to move in slow motion. The tip of the chair bumped up against a metal and the ropes began to untie themselves, my blindfold came off and all I saw was a black hole. I screamed as I drifted down the hole. I heard screams from above. My body felt like I was floating on air. As I drifted downwards I was waiting to plummet to my death.
              As I was falling I began to think of my mother. The one I wished I would have seen before falling into that dark hole. She was the reason I was still alive. If it wasn't for her, I would have killed myself a really long time ago. When I was about 10 years old I became suicidal. I would cut my skin just for fun, and I would do things that could hurt me because it felt good. It used to ease my pain away. There was no one to ever talk me out of it. I always wished that I had friends to talk to about my life with, but my father never let me have any friends, nor leave the castle.  At that time a state of depression had completely taken over my life. I stopped cutting myself when I was about 12 years old.
               The only reason I did this is because, one day I was so angry I cut a really deep hole into my arm, and when I went to sleep that night I saw my mother in my dreams. She gently pulled my arm and examined the scars, that hadn't healed as yet. She then talked to me, and I truly felt her presence. The dream felt so real, it was like I was talking to her right before my very eyes. I asked her so many questions, but some she preferred not to answer. I told her all the stories she missed out on. But the funny thing is I remembered every single bit of the dream. It was like each time I thought about it I was reliving the dream over and over and over again. I remember when I got up from my sleep, I was panting like I had a bad dream. It was like a beautiful nightmare. That was the reason I stopped cutting myself, but I knew that if my mother was here that part of my life would have never even been a thought.
              I know she was there spiritually, but it would have been the world to me if she was here physically. As I was diving into the bottom of the hole it began to get clearer and clearer as I got closer. As I saw the bottom of the hole I tried to put my feet below me so I could have a safe landing, but instead I landed on my face, and that left a scar only my face but in my heart.
THUMP! My body flung  against the hard concrete of the dark hole. I then realized the hole was more of a bunker than it was a hole. I felt around to see how big the bunker was, but it was just as big to fit a couple more people there was a room that had 2 beds, and bathroom, and that was pretty much it. So there I sat, at the bottom of the bunker creeped up in the corner with my head on my knees. I began to cry. It was already bad I basically didn't have a father, but it was even more depressing that I was stuck at the bottom of a bunker with no place to go. Has no one at the castle realize that I am gone. Finally I was deserted all by myself with no one to bother me. That is what I wanted all along, but I didn't expect it to be like this.
_______________________________
Thank you all so much for reading another chapter of "Behind Closed Doors". I really hoped you enjoyed this chapter because I put a lot of hard work into it. If there is any errors please let me know so that I can edit it right away. Always remember that I am not a professional and I can make mistakes. I am always open to constructive criticism, and any advice you can offer to me. Thank you all again and be sure to vote and comment on my chapters. TramannaProductions now only consists of: PrincessRhi247 due to unfortunate circumstances. Love you all very much and stay tuned for the next chapter.