Chapter 1: Kidnapped
I remember waking up one morning and feeling a bit different. It wasn't usual for me to feel this way considering how plain I was. I was just another fish in the sea, no different from anyone else. Just a normal a person that never really changed. This was a new feeling. I sat up slowly, tingling on the inside. What was happening? I got up as usual complaining a bit about how I had to go to school. If they were gonna make school, why not make it useful? My mom got up after hearing me complain for 10 minutes, knowing I was not even getting ready. As usual, she fixed breakfast. I knew what that meant. She would always say I had to get dressed and brush my hair before I could eat. She would never let me eat unless I was ready. So, I put on my new navy T-shirt that read "Just do it." It was my favorite logo- Nike. I put on some jeans and bright blue sneakers. In case you haven't noticed yet, blue is my favorite color. I had even dyed blue highlights in my light brown hair. It all went together to match my blue-gray eyes. I smiled at myself in the mirror as I brushed my hair. Dad should be in the kitchen by now, drawn there by the smell of bacon, eggs, and toast. The normality of this never got old. To me, it was something that always happened. I wasn't old enough to remember how it used to be.
I walked into the kitchen with my plate fixed as if my mom always knew the exact time I would be in there, which she probably did. My dad was already there scarfing down what was left of his helping of breakfast. He had to be at work early, so he learned to eat fast. As he finished, he said, "Have fun at school, Cassie." I said, "OK.", as he walked out the door.
My mom swiftly walked past me and picked up my finished breakfast as she was walking to the sink to do the dishes. It was just normal.
I went to brush my teeth and get all my school work ready when my stomach didn't feel so well. This was unnatural. I always felt well. Not once had I gotten sick in all my 12 years of life! Not that I remembered at least. I was too young to remember what had happened to her. I fell to the floor clutching my stomach. When my mom saw I didn't come back at the time I usually did, 5 minutes later, she came looking for me and almost tripped over my body. I was shivering now. She gasped. As she looked down at me I saw her blink back tears that she didn't want to be seen. She ran off to the nearest house phone and called someone. At the time I thought it was an ambulance. Boy was I wrong!
After awhile, I gave up on anyone helping me. I had been laying like this for what I thought were hours. Just on the floor. My insides were killing me as I got a monster headache. It was so hard not to scream out in pain. Strange enough, I felt like this pain wasn't new. Like this had happened before, but not to me. No, I would remember if it had. This is the worst pain I had felt in all my life. I thought this was the end when a strange man walked down the hallway towards me. He looked at me, blinked, and I blacked out.
I woke up in the same spot, but all the pain was gone. Almost the whole memory of it had gone, erased from my brain like the wind blowing the leaves around in autumn. I wish the memory had left my brain completely, but I had the memory of me never screaming out all those painful cries that should've gone through our house. The man that came down the hallway was also there. I had this vague memory in the back of my mind, but I couldn't figure out what it was. It's like it's been there, but I'm not allowed to see it. Why am I not allowed to see something in my own mind? My thoughts were interrupted when I heard footsteps coming from down the hallway. I turned to look.
When I tried to move, I found I couldn't. My body was frozen. I tried in vain to move out of this crouching position I was in. It didn't work. It's like some invisible force was holding me down. I was lifted up onto someone's shoulders. I wanted so badly to scream, but I still had no power over my body. I looked around the back of the house, and saw the man I had seen earlier following who-ever was holding me. He smirked at me as I glared at him. I didn't know who he was, but from what has happened, he doesn't seem like a good guy. Not your typical hero.
