The Star I've Been Looking For

Prologue

2016

Where am I?

What a stupid question to ask since I can't see anything. Should I shout for help? Hmm? Ok I'm not THAT dumb. I know I've been kidnapped, and It's not like I'm one of those stupid girls who would scream for help as if some knight in shining armor would suddenly pop out of nowhere and save the day.

It's probably been a few hours —or minutes. Might be an exaggeration. People don't usually put clocks in these types of places. Where the hell's my captor? Ok you know what I give up. I shouted. Loud. Very loud. Or screamed...whatever you call it.

"Where am I?" I said out loud while looking around a dark room, painted gray, without any windows. There was one source of light though... located at the upper right side of the room.

A few minutes after shouting, I suddenly heard really heavy footsteps walking towards me. It sounded like the guy was carrying some sort or metal. Was he gonna torture me? Well, too bad he'd be dead before he got to do that. Well, he could actually be a she...who knows?

Some random door suddenly opens, revealing a silhouette of a man standing in the doorway. Well, at least it looked like a man. And it could probably be a woman. Yeah whatever let's just say he's a man. Who is this dude? Do I even know him?

He walks into the room, blocking the light of the doorway with his back. He kinda covered one side of his face. Not totally, but just his right eye.

"Nice. You were actually more handsome than I expected. Pretty young too." I chuckled. I thought he'd be handsome though. Been quite some time since I've seen an intriguing creature.

He smirked, showing off all of his teeth. Eww.

Holy frick....what the hell is up with his teeth? It's all yellow and black. Does he even know that such a thing called brushing teeth exists? LORD HELP ME GET THAT PICTURE OFF MY HEAD.

"How would you call me pretty young when were practically the same age, darling?" His voice sounded like some crook who's been smoking ever since he was a sperm cell in his mother's womb. Oh, those poor lungs.

"Well wow, I clearly didn't see that coming. It's really not that obvious that we were 'practically the same age'. I thought you were like about 50 or something. But if you don't mind, don't call me darling and...uh...oh, also, I can't really see your face properly."

He chuckles. Very weirdly. Oh come on give the dude a break. He does have lung problems... why should I even be so surprised?

What a deep voice though. With that sorta voice, he's probably gotten dozens of women screaming every night. Okay what a wonderful thing to think about before getting tortured. You know what, I should scream. I mean like...scream for my dear life. While running away, obviously. If I even get to run away.

I've probably been thinking for too long. What the heck should I do? You know what, fine. I smiled sweetly at him. So sweet, in fact....I think ants would come running and end up eating me. Just kidding. Ah, I love my humor. It's just great isn't it? Oh who am I kidding ANTS DON'T EVEN RUN.

"Did you really think that smiling would get you out of this situation?"

I shook my head, signaling to him that I wasn't stupid to think it would work. I then did something that would shock him.

While doing so, he decides to bring out like...I dunno...like some sort of metal? Guess I was right about getting tortured. Too bad he didn't have enough time to do so though. I decided to creep him out. Well, at least I tried to. With my eyes getting wider, I smiled...again...but this time, I tried to smile just like a psychopath. It probably looked cool, and I was pretty sure I looked crazy. But what I wasn't sure of, was if he was actually creeped out.