day 0
rachel's pov
i woke up.
the room was dark. the only source of light was from the ceiling. a skylight. maybe another window behind me, but it was probably very small.
my body ached. it felt as it a thousand needles throughly punctured me, leaving the pain to make me suffer.
i felt blood, maybe on the back of my head? i couldn't tell. everything was so blurry, i didn't even try to open my eyes anymore.
it smelt of mildew and autumn, even though i haven't noticed another window or form of light to notice the falling leaves.
i don't know where i am. the only thing i remember was a car, and maybe a man with 70' looking glasses pulling over, asking for help.
what did he want? what did he look like? these little things somehow slipped my mind and a new wave of tiredness filled my head. my eyes began to drop and i slowly fell back to sleep.
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i woke up again. this time, there was no light.
my head felt less pain, in fact it felt like nothing had happened. i moved my hand to touch where it had hurt. a small cut was bandaged by my neck. i pulled my hand away, jolting up from where i was sitting.
a bed, it wasn't mine.
a wardrobe, it wasn't mine.
a steel metal door, it wasn't mine.
i was in a shed? a room? a barn?
i was being held here. held captive.
i quickly noticed the soundproof walls and the code to the door. i tried to pry it open, scream as loud as i could, bang things around, rip the walls off... but nothing worked.
the room i was in consisted of a bed, probably only a twin size, a blue wardrobe, a small counter by the door, a huge steel door, a bath, sink, toilet, and a table.
this whole room was only the size of a 1 car garage, maybe less. despite the room i still had, it felt like i didn't have room to breathe.
i then noticed how bad i was crying. had i been this unstable for this whole time? why wasn't i trying harder? there had to be a flaw in this room to get out. there was no way i was falling back asleep.
i gave up after another two hours of moving things around, climbing up to the skylight and trying break it open, guessing the code to the door (which then locked my answers for an hour), banging on the door, doing everything i could.
when i moved the wardrobe back to the corner, i noticed a small window. i quickly grabbed a folding chair that was placed by the table and stood atop it.
the window was no larger than my hand, but it gave me a good view from where i was.
a backyard. a blue house with a deck that lead to the grass, surrounded by a fence and many trees. a red truck was barely visible from over the fence, but she recognized it.
i tried breaking it and prying it open. nothing.
the sound of silence over took me. i sat on the bed in defeat. i laid my head against the wall and slowed my breathing. sweat dropped from the side of my face, showing just how much i was working to be free, even though it was probably only 50 degrees F in this room.
my eyes drifted off. suddenly, i was back asleep.
it wasn't long after that i heard the door opening. i stood up as fast as i could, ready to attack whoever was coming in. just as a crack of light was shown, i ran towards the door.
but he had a gun in his hand.
the man looked in his 50's. the glasses i described were the same ones he was wearing. he wore a button up blue shirt with one of the buttons missing; the second to last.
immediately, i put my hands up and backed away. his hand was shaking, like he didn't know what he was going to do. he had a bag in his hand, set it down on the counter, and went back to the door. the gun never left the position it was, faced at me.
without a word he opened the door and slid out again.
i ran over to the bag; bread, butter, cheese, canned peaches, vitamins, toothpaste and toothbrush, milk, and cereal.
how long was i going to have to stay? a note at the bottom of the bag caught my eye. i reached down to open it.
this isn't who you think it is.
the man you just saw is my dad. hes the one that got you in here. i'm going to get you out. that's a promise.
usually, i talk him out of this type of messed up shit, or get to the person he takes before they wake up, making sure they remember nothing.
you were different. he's using you as bait for me. he knows i let the other ones go. he doesn't want to lose another.
i swear, i won't lay a finger on you. i'm going to get you free.
as messed up as this seems, my dad, he won't hurt you. he doesn't know what he's doing.
this is going to be harder because my dad got a new door installed. i don't know the code. i'm working on it though. he has it written down somewhere.
i got these things for you. hopefully i won't need to get anything else. you'll be safe soon.
i'll try to stop in tomorrow. my dad shouldn't touch anything near the backyard. he just stays home and watches football with a beer in his hand. he passes out around 7.
i'll tell you more then. anything you want to know. we will make a plan. you will get out soon.
peter xx
was this a dream? this couldn't be real. no, this man was tricking me. although it did seem like he didn't know what he was doing, how could i be so sure this was real? peter? who was he? was that his real name?
all i could do now was wait for peter to arrive. he said my questions will be answered. so all i can do is stay here.
so that's what i did. i waited.
