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#4 - My Life Comes With Risks

A/N This is probably my favorite out of everything I have written so far.

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My name is Matthew, Matthew Espinosa. I'm a famous Viner and YouTuber. Being famous comes with risks and responsibilities. I'm experiencing a serious punishment for ignoring the risks.

I, Matthew Espinosa, was kidnapped. I don't even remember what happened. It was all super fuzzy. I remember walking to Starbucks with my friends, Cameron and Nash. We were almost there when a fan pulled up beside us and two men got out. One held Cameron and Nash back as the other dragged me into the van. There was no license plate and all of the men were wearing masks.

I was pulled into the van and not much longer, I passed out. The smell from smoke was too unbearable.

I woke up in my current state. I'm sure my hair was a mess and that I had bloodshot eyes from crying so much. I had no clothes whatsoever because the two men had basically torn them off me and ripped them to shreds.

I crawled over to a corner and sat on my side in the fetal position. I started crying and no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't stop. I heard a voice, but I didn't bother looking up because I didn't hear who it was. I just continued crying.

All of the sudden the lights turned on and I heard on word that sent relief through my whole body. "POLICE!"

I was glad they were there, but no matter what I couldn't stop crying. I heard someone scream my name and a bunch of footsteps running. I heard two worried voices, I recognized them in an instant. Nash and Cameron.

Without opening my eyes, I sat up. I was still crying a couple tears of pain, but now, they were mostly tears of joy. I felt someone wipe away the tears and set a giant jacket over me. I was instantly warmer so I stopped shivering.

I opened my eyes for the first time in two days to see my two best friends blurry because I was crying, but even then their worried faces were noticed. I felt a big police officer pick me and carry me to an ambulance. Probably to give me a check up.

She sat me on the stretcher, still in the fetal position. I had closed my eyes again, because the sun was too bright and it was the first time if seen it in at least a week.

I opened my eyes when I felt someone put something on my eyes. Nash had put my sunglasses on. I tried saying thanks, but nothing came out. I hadn't had water or food in 5 days and I wasn't reacting to anything. I zoned out.

I didn't respond to anything. Not even the pain of an IV put in my arm. I spent the whole time in the hospital, zoned out. Staring out the window.

The day I got out, Cameron and Nash came to get me. I sat in my bedroom. On my bed. Looking in. My full length mirror. Thinking how ugly I am. How I deserved what my kidnapper did to me. How I would never be loved. How I should just end it. No one would care.

I stood up carefully because of my sprained ankle and hopped into the bathroom. I turned the light on and gripped the edges of the counter top to keep me from falling. I reached one hand into the cabin and took out the painkillers.

It would take all of the pain away. No one would care. No one loves me. I'm ugly as hell. I should just end it. No one would miss me.

I shakily opened up the bottle and took 8 pills out. I set them in the counter on a line with a glass of water and just stared at them. I started sobbing really loud, but I don't care if anyone heard me at this point. I'm tired of being 'manly'.

I picked up two of the pills and shoved them down my throat with a swallow of water. I went for the next two when Cameron came in. He seen what I was doing and picked me up by the waist and set me on the bed, on my back.