Locked

Chapter 1

I know you must be completely clueless as to what is going on. My name is Anne-Marie, and I am currently locked in some kind of room. As I said before, I have no idea why I am here. Well, I can tell you a little bit of what I remember.

~Flashback Starts~

I was walking out of a little store, carrying some groceries for my grandmother.
I live with my grandmother, you see. My parents were very busy with their jobs and they didn't have time to take care of a little girl. That's how my grandmother came into the picture. She actually stopped my parents from putting me into adoption. I still don't know what my parents work as to this day. I haven't even seen them since I was five.
As I was on my way home, I heard some footsteps behind me. Being the fearful person I am, I started walking faster. The sound of the footsteps started to decrease, so I continued with my normal pace.

Just as I turned the corner, I was pushed against an exterior wall. I looked up to see who had pushed me, but all I saw was specks of green.

I tried to say something, but before anything could come out, I felt a cloth being shoved in my mouth. I felt dizzy, as if I was falling. I was being dragged somewhere. I used all the strength I had to try to scream, but the cloth muffled sound. I felt darkness take over me.

Before I collapsed, I managed to get a glimpse of my kidnapper. The specks of green that I had seen were this person's eyes. I think I saw saw some brown hair. Curly brown hair. But that's when everything went black.

~Flashback Over~

I just stayed in this dark room, on the cold floor for what seemed like hours, until I saw the doorknob rattle. I quickly stood up, preparing for what I was going to see. As the door opened, the light that came through blinded me.

When my eyes adjusted, I saw him. The one with the curly brown hair, and the green eyes. I took this chance to study him thoroughly.

He was wearing all black. Black shirt, black pants, I even managed to spot a black bandana wrapped around his curls. I couldn't see his shoes. I'm guessing they were black as well, from the way that they merged with the dark floor.

He cleared his throat, which shook me from my trance.

"Follow me.", he said. He has such a low raspy voice. I like it.

Wait, what am I doing?! He's my kidnapper, I don't even know his name. What's wrong with me?

"Who are you? Where are you taking me? What have I done? Pleas-", a bunch of questions flooded out of my mouth. I don't even know what to do. He cut me off.

"Just shut up and follow me.", he said, starting to walk away. I'm absolutely terrified. I was a bit hesitant about following him, but I decided to anyway.

He lead me out of the dark room, and into what looked like a living room. My eyes had to adjust to light the room was giving. It was very modern. It had cream walls, a really soft flooring, and there were two dark brown couches. Let's not forget a flat screen TV.

Wow, he must be really rich for a kidnapper.

"Have a seat.", he said as sat down.

I awkwardly sat down on the couch opposite of him. What do you do in these type of situations?

"W-why am I here? What d-do you want from m-me?", I stuttered. I don't even know what to do.

"You know exactly why you're here. Don't play stupid. ", he said, rolling his eyes.

"N-no. Please, I d-don't know why I'm here", I replied. I feel like I'm about to burst out crying any moment now.

"Well, if you're going to act dumb. I'll tell you why you're here." He said getting up.

He grabbed a photo album from a shelf and then he came over to me. He opened it to a page, and on the page was a picture of a couple. A woman and a man.

"Those are my parents." , he said. I notice that his voice cracked when he said 'Parents'.

Then he pulled out two sheets of paper from the very last page of the album.

There was one with woman with short brown hair and blue eyes, and the other with a man that had black hair and brown eyes.

"These people killed my parents.", his voice, got louder with anger.

"I'm so sorry for your loss, b-but what does this have to do with m-me?", I was honestly confused. I didn't do anything. Yes, I am sorry for his loss, but how does this involve me?

"These people right here", he held up the two pictures of the criminals, "are your parents."

What?