The Monsters Inside (Formerly Extract)

Encounter

A/N: This is my first story on Wattpad. I've never actually shared my works with anyone before, whether it be online or in real life, so tell me what you think! If you have any suggestions that could make my story sound or look any better, just leave a comment and tell me please. Don't just say that it sucks. Anyway, I hope you enjoy!

Waking up that first day was the worst experience I’d ever had. My head felt as if a knife was lodged in it, and there were bruises dotting my pale arms. My green sweater had been dropped next to me, along with my school bag. Immediately I searched for my cell phone, something to call my parents with, but there was nothing. Of course, I thought. They would be thorough when they searched me. That’s what smart kidnappers do. The word sounded foreign in my head. All my life, kidnappings were just things that happened on TV, and now.... The tears came before I could even think to stop them. Curling in on myself, I sobbed myself into unconsciousness.

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            The first real visit I had with my kidnappers was the day after I had been taken. The tall blonde man walked in, along with another, darker haired man. They looked alike, save for their hair color. Same hook nose, big blue eyes, and same straight mouth. They both looked high, as if they’d been doing shots before they came in here. Their eyes sent chills down my spine. I would never forget this night, no matter how long I lived.

Wordlessly, they came over, and started fighting me. My hair was ripped, and strands fell loose from my head. Fire exploded in my ribs where they kicked me. There was a warm sensation on my arms where red sticky syrup oozed from my skin. Tears swam in my eyes when brutal punches knocked the wind from my lungs and blocked any light from entering my vision. When they were finished, I was left sitting in a pool of red, tears streaming down my face, while I prayed to a God I hoped was listening.

            I fell asleep –well, maybe unconscious is the correct word. But when I opened my eyes, I finally saw my jail cell. It was blindingly white, reminding me of the surgeon’s section in the hospital. Actually, it really looked like it was a hospital. All along the sides of the room, there were racks of blood, O-positive to A-negative. My eyes widened as I looked it all over. Was this here when they first threw me in? Other than the blood, there was nothing else in the room. I gulped, fear racing through my veins and flooding my vision. I eyed the door, and threw myself at it. A strange noise echoed in the small room, like a siren or some kind of alarm, but no. It was me. I was screaming.