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10 - I Have Never Been So Happy To Take A Shower Before!

10 - I Have Never Been So Happy To Take A Shower Before!

        I manage to peel open my eyes and I look down to see that the glue has dried, and there is barely enough light to see the door in front of me. My eyes widen and I try to sit up, but fail, I am crossing my fingers that the school isn't closed.

        I take a deep breath and slowly slide up from where I'm sitting, when I finally manage to get myself off the ground I look out the small window on the door and see that all the lights are off and the only light is from the setting sun, or rising, I'm hoping for rising because that would mean that students would be here soon enough.

        I want to rip the tape off of my mouth so badly, but my body is so weak and my hands are covered in tape just like my feet. More fresh tears stream down my face and I can't help but to feel ashamed of myself. I was dragged into a closet, got taped up, and was covered in glue by three nut heads.

        If I can't defend myself against them, how would I manage to defend myself in a real fight? I would be knocked out and bleeding out on the floor in seconds, maybe even a minute if I'm lucky. 

        I hate feeling so weak, it makes me feel like I'm some little girl who can't defend herself, or someone that needs a guy to protect them, because they can't look after themselves.

        I slide back down to the floor and weep in despair, nobody is going to be at the school for hours, so I am stuck here for only God knows how long with nothing to eat or drink. The glue makes it a thousand times worse, it feels like I could peel off my skin, as if it has been replaced by the thick layers of glue.

        I close my eyes again, hoping for more rest to pass time, but my body just won't give in to the heavy feeling.

        Nobody is looking for me, nobody cares that I'm gone. My dad is was probably drunk again last night, so he most likely didn't even notice my absence. Even his sober self wouldn't care.

        Jess probably thinks that I went home early and simply forgot my stuff, but who forgets everything including my phone? Nobody is that stupid in this school; and there are some pretty dumb people.

        I wish I could turn into one of those werewolves from Teen Wolf and break out of this damn closet, why did this school have to make every closet lock from the outside, I officially hate the person that came up with that retarded idea.

        Why does this world hate me so much? I could get the janitors in trouble for not checking all of the closets in the school before they leave!

        My furious thoughts are cut off by the school bell ringing. I quickly manage to pull myself off of the ground and look out the small window on the door to see a few students in the hallway, completely oblivious that I am in here. The bitches must have kept this mission undercover, no wonder nobody was staring at us when we were in the cafeteria.

        The students here are probably doing morning classes, or they're just late for their first period class. I would try to pick the lock with something if I wasn't freezing in this closet and my hands weren't taped together.

        I look down at my outfit and I remember that I'm the idiot that decided to wear a tank top in winter, now here I am, even more idiotic, just realizing how little I have on. This is so frustrating. I slide back down to the floor, loosing hope. I wouldn't be surprised if I lost some weight considering I haven't eaten for nearly two days.

        All I can do right now is hope and pray that someone will find me before something actually happens to me, something that won't be able to be fixed.