Trapped (Harry Styles fanfic)

Day 2.

Sorry this has taken a lot - like a year for me to update. Jeez. But hey, guys have things to do you know? :p -Jacob

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Day 2

I blinked back the tears as I remembered that, was I supposed to be confused? I was just a 17 year old girl for crying out loud! The day you awaken to run away from your home was the day you'd think you'd die. To be carried off by men and to be yelled at for something you didn't know of?

My nails dug the damp concrete wall, I dug them harder until I was sure I felt the blood drawing from my skin. I wanted to die already, I wanted to have a sleep that lasted forever, to be erased from the stupid cruel world.

As my mum always told me, if I didn't have anyone to save me; why not save myself? But how? My hands turned into fist and I wanted to scream. How do I fucking save myself? Was that humanly possible?

Who would want to save me anyways? I was pathetic and I wouldn't trust anyone to touch me either way. Not even to save my life. I smiled, I was stubborn. I was crazy. I needed to die. No, I want to die.

Suddenly the straps around my waist and chains on my hands were released. I fell to the floor, with no pain. I was numb all over. My head hit the floor first, blood dripping down my forehead.

I tried to move my hands but I wasn't able to no matter how hard I tried.

Suddenly I saw the figure that was present for as long as I was here. But I couldn't see clearly, my vision blurred. My throat was dry so I couldn't scream, where was I for anyone to hear?

How about run?

No.

Remember? I was numb all over my body. I was useless like always.

But the figure didn't come closer to me, instead it walked out. The door slamming close was all I could hear, along with the sound of lots of locks clicking.

Perfect.

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9:30 PM

I awoke again to darkness, but this time I was able to move. My hands shook as I supported myself to sit up, my head was throbbing in pain.

My breathing evened out and I leaned onto the wall for support. With it, I stood up, dragging my feet across the floor till I found a corner of the dark room.

There, I slid down the wall and onto the floor. I hugged my knees, and felt tears dripping down my cheeks.

I was still confused.