Dear Mom - "I've been kidnapped."

Chapter four - Deathly Grip

I heard a loud beeping sound, it made my head pound,  "Ugh." I groaned, rolling over.

As I rolled over, I felt a piercing pain on my side, above my hip. "Shit." I mumbled, realizing thats where I was stabbed.. I really had hoped I died.

"Good Morning." I was greeted by a small elderly woman, "Hello?" I mudered rubbing my forehead, my body aches from the way I was sleeping, twisted and contorted.

"You were.. uh stabbed with a chair piece." The old lady stated, pursing her wrinkly lips. "No duh." I snarked back.

I sudden blow came to my face, it didn't hurt, as much as just surprised me, the pressure was unreal. "Don't talk back to me young lady!" She raised her brow, placing her hand on her hip.

"Sorry, just kidnapped, yano'. It can be hard." I smiled innocently, internally laughing at what I just said, expecting another blow.

"Mhm." She stated, still her brow raised. She turned around and grabbed something.

Oh god no.

She walked over to me, before I could react, slapping cuffs on my hand, making a loud click. "Can you, like not?" I asked sarcasticly, rolling my eyes, making my headache hurt even more.

"One more, and I will slap you silly." She whiped around to me holding her hand out in an insulting way.

I sighed loudly and stared at the wall, slightly closing my eyes, the depression is unreal right now, I feel so lifeless, and sort of regret fighting Anna, I know she's dead right now.

"She's dead isn't she?" I asked, curiously, dragging my cracked fingers through my hair, agony spread through my scalp, as the tangles caught against my fingers.

"Who?" The lady turned to me for a second, then back to what she was doing.

"Anna." I said simple, with no emotion, still staring at the wall with no hope. "The cookie who slit her throat?" Her grandmotherish tone irritated me something wicked. "Yes, the 'cookie' who slit her goddamned throat." I shifted my body.

"She's not well." She grabbed a large knife and started cutting something, making loud chopping noises, each time the knife hit the wood it made my head throb abit.

"Can I leave, your constant annoyingness is getting to my head." I snarked, squinting at her. She nodded her head. "Your room's upstairs, left room." She smiled, uncuffing my hands.

I slowly got off the bed, gasping at the amount of pain that was caused. I held my breath, and stood up quick, the pain was quick, and sharp, making my whole left side throb with pain, I felt the pain of being restabbed.

I closed my eyes carefully, then walked out, more like stumbled out. The walls were pale blue, with a white trim, the floors were dark brown, the room I was in was huge, making my old home look like trash, there was a light hanging down in the middle of the room, making the light fill the room perfectly, the light from outside was also coming in from two big windows with white curtains dangling from the wind.

"Woah." I said under my breath. The couch was pearl white, I'm pretty sure leather, and to the right of it was a big flat screen TV, why would you kidnap someone to like.. put them in such a nice house.

"Like what you see?" I heard a voice, unfamiliar, I turned around fast, almost falling from the pain caused, I don't get stabbed alot, so yano' I don't really know how to act when-stabbed.

"The house is nice."  My snarky reply made him smile.

"I'm Tom." He smirked, with pearl white teeth.

Tom was fairly pale, blue eyes, blonde hair with a beanie on, wearing a leather jacket, that looked really hard to get in and out of. "Damn, just met and you're already checking me out."

I rolled my eyes. "Being that I was kidnapped, I like getting a good look of the people." I smiled, no seriously I was checking him out.

"Eh." He shrugged walking past me. "Sorry about the kidnapping. My dad is kind of an asshole." He smirked, sitting on the couch. "I'm assuming you mean Charls?" I asked turning around.

"Mhm." He nodded his head. "I'm Brianna, by the way." I squinted. "I know, you're all dad and Kate talk about."

"Oh." I scratched my jaw, where I was slapped fifty times. "Did you seriously get stabbed with a chair." He laughed sarcastically. "Yeah, got stabbed by my suicidal best friend, who's probably dead. She uh, went off the deep end." I sat on the couch, farthest from him. "Seems totally legit." He chuckled, turning the tv on.

It was on the news, and I think I just started crying.

*Girls body found in river near Oak Road Central throat slit, and gun shot to her head. Verified as Anna Gorhal, Kidnapped with Brianna Green. A letter was sent to Brianna's parents, stating that they aren't coming home, more on our website.*

Tom looked at me then at the TV.

Tears poured down my face, I already knew she was dead, but I didn't believe it. "I'm going to go out on a limb here, and say she was your best friend who went insane and stabbed you." Tom asked, raising his eyebrow.

I nodded and got up, wiping my tears.

I walked out of the room, and ran up the wooden stairs, making loud awkward squeaking noises.

I've been sat in my room for a while, it's quite nice actually, the floors are the same as downstairs, dark wood--but, the walls are pink.. bright, neon pink.

How am I suppose to sleep? Is this the torture?

The bed was big, fluffy, and white, with purple pillows, and a small Teddy on the side with a baby blue bow.

"Like it?" A voice made my heart stop beating for half a second, I whipped around fast to meet the heart stopper.

"No." I shook my head vigorously, smirking abit. "I hate it, they make the girls rooms pink, and the boys blue." Tom smirked, walking in leather jacket in hands. "That's um." I scratched my jaw.

"Theres five other girls, by the way." He chuckled, turning around. "Five? How many boys?" I asked curiously, turning my head slightly. "Two boys, including myself. Me.. and my brother, Chris.. he's not.. uhm, he's not a nice person, let's just say that." He nodded, and continued walking.

 "Night." Tom practically sung, shutting the door. I slowly nodded for no reason after he left. Maybe I should just sleep. Not like I have better things to do.

"Shit." I jumped, as a loud bang caught me off guard. I heard harsh screaming coming from the other side of my room, on the other side of the wall.

"THE BITCH BIT ME." One man shouted, "Yeah.. you tried raping her." Another voice, that I made out as Tom's said, laughing abit. "You think it's funny?" The first one asked, as another loud bang hit.

"Dude, chill. People are sleeping, jesus." Tom snapped, making me laugh abit. "I don't give a rats ass, they can fucking deal with it." The other dude snapped back. "Pick it up.'' A male voice screamed loudly, making my jump. "No." The first one stated, with joy in his voice.

There was a click noise. I know that sound to well. "You dont' scare me dad." I'm assuming Chris said. "I don't?" Charls laughed deeply.

There was a head splitting bang, followed by Tom screaming. "YOU SHOT HIM, WHAT THE HELL." He screamed, "No shit." His father replied.

I stared at the neon wall, shaking my head. "I'm going to die." I whispered to myself. "I'm.. going.. to die."

I heard foot steps come down the hallway, I flung myself back into the bed and shut my eyes tightly.

The door opened, I ignored it as best as I could.

Charls, or I'm guessing, scoffed and shut the door, making a slight creak.

I didn't realize how tired I was, my eyes were so heavy, soon everything went black and I dozed off.