Raine Walker

Chapter Four*

       The brakes squeal as it abruptly comes to a stop. The engine is cut off, followed by the sound of the door opening. Without my vision to help me understand the position I'm in, I'm solely dependent upon my hearing. The sound of some distant frustration rose a red flag to me immediately. I feel my body lifted, but I can't do anything to stop my body from being moved.

       After a moment, I'm thrown on a soft surface. Well, I probably shouldn't describe it as soft. It's definitely softer than the back of the vehicle I was in. Shuffling of feet surround me. Apart of me wants to see the faces of the people who kidnapped me, but, then again, I'm afraid to see what's before me. The thought of having a choice seems nice, but reality likes to play games.

       A blinding light is hovering above me, making me clench my eyes closed and hope for the chance at regaining my vision. I re-open my eyes, feeling the light dim with each blink. The environment around me settles. I see a figure to my left, peering at me with a cautious look. The dark brown irises throw me off.

       Another humanoid figure walks around where I lay, casting a shadow over me. I exchange my glance from the shadow to the guy looking at me as if I was a science experiment. His hair was brushed to the side, leaving his eyes plainly visible. He had a strange look in his eyes as he traced my figure on the bed.

       "Let's go," I hear a voice echo throughout the room.

        As soon as both of the guys disappeared, I realized that my hands were free. I course my fingers through my hair. I glance around the white walls and dark hardwood flooring. The pitched roof signaled that it was an attic of some sorts.

       I pushed myself off of the little bed that sat in the corner of the room, letting me chase the light escaping through curtains. As I opened up the blinds into the light, I realized that there's no way to try to gather a neighbors attention. Woods. The almost barren trees of early winter, late fall were the only thing visible to the eye.

       Where the hell am I? Why am I here? I must be mistaken for some other girl. I'm not the girl they're looking for. I'm too...

       I was going to say vulnerable, but that word just gave the whole reason away. I'm too vulnerable. I'm an easy target. I've watched enough documentaries about this type of situation, and every case consisted of a girl that was weak. Shit. I breathe, pressing my back against the plain wall. Tears streamed uncontrollably down my cheeks. I would've thought that I couldn't cry anymore. I guess I was wrong.

       I wanted to go home, back to the life that I complained about. This is much worse! I want to say hi to my mom and tell her how terrible my day was. Though, I would know her response.

       "Life is never easy, Raine. You deal with what's at hand. Fate is only in your hands. Now, I have to go take care of some paperwork before work tomorrow."

       If I knew any better, I would think she's a therapist. She's not. Though, it's close enough. She's a doctor. Head nurse to be exact. She's always gone, dealing with new patients that find bazaar ways to hurt themselves. She's never home. She never has enough energy to ask me about my day.

       I remember a time when I wished she cared. I also remember a time that I wish she didn't care. That was when my father was in the picture.

       Well, mom, fate has a terrible sense of humor.

       Here I am, drowning in my tears and wishes. Please. I just want to be rolled in the sheets of my bed, complaining to myself about the extent of my day went. It wasn't the worst day I've ever had, but, right now, it's found a permanent spot up in first.