Too much of an adventure, Dear Jane?

chapter 2

"Typical. Why am I not surprised to see other innocent girls here?" I sigh as the van doors are slammed shut. A little glad to not be the only one here, a little scared that we might be sex slaves and a little pissed because this is no way to be a hero.
Snap out of it girl! A 17 year old still dreaming of being a STUPID hero. Ugh!

None of them say a word as I feel the van start to move. Wondering why these people aren't screaming or banging at the doors since I'm the only one tied, I hear the little whimpers around me and know that fear is the only thing keeping them silent. At this point, you can set them free and they wouldn't move an inch till you threw them out because of how scared they were.

I want to scream, I want to yell but I can't, I don't. Maybe I'm just as scared? Nah, I just don't want to rile these girls up that's all.

A lot of thoughts pop in my head, but I don't want to dwell on any, I don't want to think, I don't want to feel hopeless and alone. While going through my head for a happy memory to dwell on, something to take my mind off my present predicament, I feel a hand grasp mine. Yelping in shock, I scramble away as far as I could, which is not even a whole step away seeing as my hands were tied and there were people around me.

" I just want to take off your rope" a raspy voice says. Oh! I move back to my previous position and let her do what she can to the ropes. Knowing these type of people, they probably tied these ropes so tight that to remove them I would have to cut...... 'thud'. The ropes come off!

"How did you d.." I'm about to ask but the voice says "It was loose" huh. It was loose?? Why would they tie it loosely?

"I'm Cecil" she says. I can barely see so I'm unable to put a face to the voice but I introduce myself anyway.

"I'm Mary Jane, thanks for the help" I say and she doesn't respond. I'm contemplating asking her story, how she was kidnapped and what she knows about our situation but if I were her, I probably wouldn't want to talk about it.

"We saw you hit them" she says. "You stabbed one and kneed the other one, I'm sure most of these girls have a little bit of respect for you after that" I almost snort. Respect? Huh. I don't respond so she continues.

"The...these men, they're so so scary a..and I've heard stories so when they took me.. I just let them, I ju... just let them" she whimpers and I really don't know what to do or say. I can't comfort her, I don't know how. I think I also need some comforting here. Wanting to let her know that I understand, I say " There's nothing you could've done. You would have just ended up tied like I did" and after that, there's just silence.

I fight my thoughts, refusing to let my demons out to torture me, refusing to wonder if these are the people who took my brother, if he's still alive, if I could find him and save him, if I could bring him home, if I could atone for what I had done, if I could ...... Sighing, I let the darkness cloud me and the tiredness deep into my bones, slowly I drift into a tired sleep.

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Yaaaay a second chapter guys. Sorry it's so shorttt!