Drugged h.s. AU

What goes around, comes around.

I can't tell you how long I laid on the floor. My hand on my face, still reeling from the pain. I was on my stomach, my body hot and shaken. I laid my cheek on the cool flooring softly, so as not to cause more pain to it.

My tears had seemed to run out, because no more left my eyes. My breath was shaky, and my nose full of snot. I was a mess, a sobbing, crusty mess. The sting in my ass, did not compare to the one in my heart. I miss my family, my home, and my Niall.

He was my rock, and now, I'm alone. No Niall, no mom, no nothing. I was truly alone, and I was terrified. are they looking for me? Are they scared too?

The answers to those questions, I may never know. For the first time in my life, I don't know what to do. I'm afraid of someone, who, quite frankly, is a psychopath. What do I do now? Live here, and act like nothing happened? I honestly don't know.

I let out a long breath, I'm tired. Exhausted. I want to go home. I need to go home. My whole life is there, was there. It's gone now, replaced by whatever this is, but this won't last long, trust me.

I close my eyes, hearing my heartbeat in my eyes, my breath slowing down, and my life crumbling to the ground. You know your life is over when you can hear it go all to Hell.

I don't know when I fell asleep, but when I woke up, I was frozen. I opened my eyes to see the wooden floor below me. I hadn't moved. I put my hands below me, and pushed myself onto my knees.

I feel the ache in my muscles and bones. I stand up, and my body cracks and pops. I groan. I look around, and it was a ghost town, absolutely deserted. I let out a sigh, I can't get away, I can't leave, I'm stuck. Damn.

I sit on the couch, the soft cushion still didn't help the pain in my backside. I laid on my side, and looked to the floor, at nothing really.

Niall. I miss my sweet Niall. So loving, and carefree. Funny, smart, quirky. And Harry, a stick in the mud. Mean, vile, dominant man, who, quite frankly, needed his ass whipped. My mom would kill him. She was a very good believer in the 'spare the rod, spoil the child' thing.

Being kidnapped was one of those freak things, that happen to innocent people. I don't know how that was me? But, I don't like it. My whole life, is now left behind, I guess. I'll never know if my mom, or anyone for that matter tried, or are trying to find me. Then an idea hit me.

I looked to the coffee table, and spotted the remote. I glanced around the room, making sure no one was there, and that Harry wasn't coming. I grabbed the remote pushing the power button. I flipped through a few channels, before I found what I was looking for, the news.

I watched for about an hour or so, but nothing. Nothing on a missing girl, or family issue, nothing. Were they looking for me at all? I mean, I'm an only child, and I meant the world to my mom, right? Does she even care about where I am? Does anyone? A tear slid down my face, and a sob escaped my lips.

I curled into a ball on the couch, upset at everything, and everyone. I was angry, nobody cared. I threw the remote down into the table, and stood up huffing and puffing like the big bad wolf, but I don't care. I paced, someone has to care, someone!

Someone.