My Only Hope (Ashton Irwin Fan Fiction)

Chapter 1

Chapter 1

"Miss Hartweld, it says here that you've been having some troubles,"

"Yes, I have,"

"Can you please elaborate?"

"Sure. Um, I've been having trouble sleeping recently, I've been hyperventilating, I've also been having panic attacks. My friends say I worry a lot, I can't really argue with that. Erm, let's see.... I get dizzy a lot now and it's hard to do much of anything without worrying. Honestly, I wasn't too keen on coming here, but my friend thought it would be best for me,"

"Your friend must care about you quite a bit,"

"Yeah. They all look out for me, really,"

"Well, Miss Hartweld, from what I've heard, it sounds like you are having anxiety issues, but I can't officially diagnose you with anything until you explain more. I can't really prescribe anything or help in any way until I learn more,"

"I understand,"

"So, if you can, please start from the beginning, when all of these symptoms started occurring,"

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Where the hell am I?

I'm not even supposed to be here. I'm supposed to be at home, listening to some Panic! at the Disco while putting away groceries. I'm supposed to be texting my friends, asking about their day and getting the latest gossip where they're at. I'm supposed to be eating a snack while I turn on an old episode of Sherlock on Netflix and crying when I remember there aren't anymore episodes left. 

I'm supposed to be anywhere but here.

For some reason, I am blindfolded.

With a sock in my mouth.

Hands and feet tied up.

In a burlap bag.

In a van.

Driven by two burly men.

Going who knows where.

And this bag smells horrible. 

I didn't want this to happen! I didn't wake up this morning and say to myself, "I wanna get kidnapped today!" No! I was just walking home, carrying my groceries, minding my own business, when I get tackled by these guys and taken away. I tried screaming, but then they put the sock in my mouth (which tasted awful, by the way). They just tied me up and threw me into the van. They even did it despite my wiggling and fighting. If I wasn't being kidnapped, I would be slightly impressed.

Suddenly, the van screeched to a stop, slamming me against the side. I groaned in pain, knowing there would be a bruise in the morning, if there was a morning. I heard the van doors opening and some guys murmuring. I was terrified. This wasn't supposed to happen to me. My life was actually fine for once. Senior year of high school was going by like a breeze. My grades were good, I had a scholarship for my top college, my mom was okay, my brother was doing great in his class, my best friend said that the quarterback on the football team had a crush on me, and everything was going fine. Why did I have to get taken away?

Someone grabbed me, and thats's when I decided to wriggle. I was screaming and yelling, but it was muffled by the sock. I kept moving, desperate to get free, hoping something would work.

"Quit ya fightin'!" the man holding me barked. "If ya keep it up, Fallen Angel will rip ya head clean off!" His buddies started chuckling as I stopped struggling. If they're gonna kill me, I might as well get some last moments. Pray a bit so I'm on good terms with God and everything.