Kidnapping Sophie

How it happened...

Song: The doctor said by Chloe Adams

I can't remember the last time I was normal...wait what is normal. When I first started to hear the voices I was around fourteen, right about the time my father left us...me. I was too scared to tell anyone. Scared that they would laugh at me even more than they already do.

My mother...she is the one who would catch me talking in my room. She would always come in with a huge smile on her face, dying to meet the friend I was having a conversation with only to find out that no one was there. Or that is what she said anyway.

"Sophie...who are you talking to?" She would throw her hands in the air and give me that really weird crooked smile of hers.

When I looked at the girl sitting across from me and even told my mom that she was sitting right there...her face was priceless...like I was playing a sick joke...pretending is what she called it.

 "Oh Sophie...such an imagination you have."

She never told Emily hi...never acknowledge her and it hurt my feelings. It wasn't the first time she caught me talking to her and when she finally had enough of my so called imagination she thought therapy would help.

Yeah...you got it...trip to the doctor's office and then to the hospital to get all the blood work done. Not to mention....THERAPY...because I have an over-active imagination and I don't understand what is real and what is not apparently.

To be completely honest with you...Emily was my best friend. She never made fun of me. She never saw me the way others saw me and she was always there to listen to me when I needed a friend. She cared for me just as much as I cared for her.

Emily...was my height...and just a tad bigger than me. She was so pretty with the a zillion little freckles across the bridge of her nose and along her cheeks. And her hair...was a pretty almond looking brown color with just the right hint of blonde and it flowed with a light bounce when she walked. Emily...was real...I just never understood why no one else could see her. And I mean no one.

Everyone wanted her gone...no one understood what she really meant to me. She was my security...my go to girl when the going got tuff and the stress was too much to bear. Emily loved me and they tried everything in their power to get rid of her.

Back then...there were so many pills...try this...now try that. Don't worry we will figure it out...we will get the right combinations of meds to help you out. Now with a little bit of therapy in the mix....we will help you. You will see everything will be alright.

My mother would drag me to here and there and before too long I was on so much meds...I might have been able to live off of just them and never eat another day in my life. However...while one pill made me lose weight...another made me feel like I was starving...so in the end I was always sick and I mean sick.

Every day I was so nauseous that I didn't want to get out of bed. Or when I did, I would feel so drained and dizzy having to hold on to something just to make it to the bathroom. Then the headaches started to come. It was like nothing was going right...nothing. I wanted to die...I just wanted the pain to stop. I was so done with my life.

I don't know how I made it to sixteen and then eighteen...I don't recall a lot of the years between fourteen and eighteen as a matter of fact as if my life was just a blur. Hell it still is most days; I just choose to keep those thoughts to myself.

 It took me crashing my car into the tree line off an embankment to get my mother's attention. I tried to tell her that Ava was in the car with me.

Yes...Ava. Ava would beg me to be daring...not give a shit about what others thought...or myself for that matter. Ava was Ava...she was more rounded out and carefree...She had jet black hair and loved to wear black with tons of black makeup...except her face was more ghostly white.

Anyway...I was driving home and she jerked the wheel out from under my hands causing me to crash. But when the rescue crew came out to save me...I was the only one in the car. My mother and everyone else kept telling me that I made it all up. The visions...the voices were back.

The thing is...they were never gone.

 I just quit telling the doctors...the therapist...my mother about it. Because if I talked about any of it...I got a new pill. A pill can fix everything...didn't you know that. What a bunch of bullshit...if that pill really worked...I would be fine. Ok so maybe I just don't have the right pill...or the right dosage or maybe I just don't want them to work.

Either way the voices are there and Emily and Ava...they are real to me even if no one else will ever be able to see them.

So you want to know how I ended up being kidnapped...

I got really pissed off at my mother. So my grades in college are not the greatest and I'm skipping classes and who really gives a shit. It's my life right...but according to my mother...I'm just a fucked up...messed up...little girl who will never be anything...or never have a love life because I refuse to stop talking to the voices...the visions...that stay constant in my head.

 I can't help it...they will always be a part of me...

So the moment I decide to drive and keep driving that is when it happened. I stopped to fill up the tank, thinking that I would just get in and drive. Where ever I ended up was fine with me as long as I didn't have to face my mother ever again. I never planned on someone opening up the passenger side door and climbing into my car.

Just the door opening up startled the shit out of me because who in the hell would just open up my door. The guy was masculine and had a few visible tattoos along his arms. His hair fell along his shoulders and when he turned to look at me the look alone told me this guy was not joking around. God I will never forget his deep dark brown eyes staring back at me.

 "Drive." He said with a deep voice.

"Excuse me...who the hell are you? Get the hell out of my car."

 I was just about to open the door when he reached over to yank me back in. He holds up a sharp knife, shaking it low enough for just me to see and not others nearby getting gas. "I said...drive."

"What do you want?"

"I just need you to drive...NOW!" He says more demanding.

So I did what I thought I should do at the moment...I put the car in drive and started down the road.

Yep...that's how it happened...I was just at the wrong place...at the wrong time.

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Author's Note: I'm going into a new territory with this one...hope you guys loved the first chapter.

Hopefully you will be curious to know more about Schizophrenia...this story is based on fiction.. With some research on the topic.

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