He Picked Me.

Chapter two

Trigger warnings
Panic, pulling/dragging, kidnapping, let me know if I missed anything.

I looked at my brother, very concerned, and he looked back up at me, his eyes wide. I then looked back down at the little girl, who stared straight back into my eyes.

My heart beat started to quicken again as my breath started to catch in my throat. I tried to even out my breathing, but it wasn't working. I would've grabbed my brother and made a run for it, but I couldn't, I was almost having a panic attack, frozen in fear. The same thing was probably happening with him, too.

I was still looking into the little girls eyes, her eyes were a dark green color, dark brown outlining the outside of her pupils. Her face expression looked tired, way too tired. She looked- dead. Or at least her face expression did. I never realized how exhausted she looked until now.

"You'll be sorry." The little girl said, as she started to fade away quickly. Her feet faded away first, her face fading away last. It also only took about five seconds before she disappeared, which was quite bizarre.

I stared at the now empty spot in the parking lot in horror as I felt somebody grab my wrist tightly. I looked up to see who it is, and it was that guy. I knew something wasn't right about him.. I should've listened to my gut.

"You should've listened to her," he started saying, as I tried to use my hand to get my own wrist out of his grasp, but that just seemed like it made his already tight grasp even tighter around my wrist, which was starting to hurt. "now, come on. Let's go take a bath."

"Let me go!" I tried to yell, but quickly realized I couldn't because I'm mute. Then, I tried to use my legs to run away. I wanted to try to use my full body weight and force to get myself out of his grip.

I then felt somebody, who I knew was probably Chris, grab my legs and started to pull them towards him. I could tell he was trying so hard, both of them were. I knew that Chris didn't have a chance, considering he's not that strong and this guy seemed to have a really good grip on me and seemed to be strong, considering he hadn't hesitated to let me go yet.

As all of this was happening, my mind was racing. What did he mean by "let's go take a bath?" Did he mean actually take a bath? Did he mean placing me in a tub of boiling hot water or freezing cold water? Did he mean him and I get in the bath together since he said "let's?" Was the little girl a ghost? If so, how did she die? Did the man kill her?

I felt like I could hear nothing but my thoughts as I felt two people trying to fight for me. You could compare it to a game like Tug Of War. It felt like they were fighting over me, like I'm some kind of trophy.

My legs and wrist hurt so badly from being pulled forward and back, and forward and back, over and over again, but it had to be done. And I really hope Chris would win this game of Tug Of War.

At this point, I was panicking too much to even hear anything. All I could hear were my own thoughts, and my hard breathing that I couldn't control. I had given up controlling it, as it seemed far too hopeless.

Tears pricked in the corners of my eyes as I felt the man tug even harder, causing Chris to lose his grip and let go of me. I could see him mouthing something, but I wasn't sure what. So I mouthed back, "thank you for everything and trying to help me."

I then saw him drop to his knees and put his hands over his face, sobbing and shaking. He then dropped one of his hands and started pounding the cemented ground. I felt so bad for him, but I felt bad for me, too.

I then felt the man pull me hard, flinging me into the back seat of the car. I winced in pain, but recovered quickly. I attempted to jump out of the car, but then he grabbed a small rope from the inside of the biggest pocket in his jeans and tied both of my hands together. He grabbed another object out of another one of his big pockets, which looked like masking tape. I gasped and tried to push his hands away with my legs, it almost worked, but he then ripped a long piece of tape off of the roll and quickly placed it over my mouth before I could do anything about it. After that, he grabbed the buckle to the car and strapped me in, me basically giving up to try to fight him anymore.

After he did all of that, he said something with a sly smile that made me even more scared, but also made me really relieved, which I felt bad for.

"Don't you worry about him, he's coming with us, too."