Twenty Four Hours

Chapter 2 - 1 hour 9 minutes

I wake up to the calm sound of birds chirping along with the beautiful smell of roses from my garden.

Note the sarcasm.

I don't even have a garden, and I hate birds.

As I slowly open my eyes, I'm welcomed by darkness. My head is thumping and my body feels sore. I try to stand up but miserably fail cause well, big surprise, my hands and legs are tied; I only manage to sit down. What else should I expect after getting kidnapped?

They're probably gonna call my parents and ask for a billion dollars or something, not like this is the first time.

It's the only time.

I only freaked out because thanks to my amazing brother, I've watched all kinds of films about how people get followed by black suspicious cars at night then get murdered. But mine happened in the morning. The freaking morning! Of all the times in the day to get murdered just why in the morning?! I haven't even watched Season 2 of Doctor Stone yet!

Anyway, it's fine now. Everything will be fine, right?

I'm snapped back to reality by the sound of shuffling next to me, followed by muffled speech.

"Hmm?" my 'what' comes out as a hum due to the handkerchief currently tying my mouth shut. Although I hope it's a handkerchief.

Two doors suddenly swing open in front of me before rays of warm sunlight fill my surroundings. I observe where I am and realize I'm in... the back of a van?

I look to my left and see a girl, most likely around my age, with straight pastel pink hair stopping just above her shoulders, a few freckles scattered around her face and light blue eyes.

She's wearing a sleeveless dark purple minidress along with black converse, her legs and hands tied up just like mine.

Hmm, I wonder how I got time to notice all those details because almost as soon as the doors are swung open I'm pulled out and thrown over a shoulder, two muscular arms wrap behind my thighs. I shriek- well not exactly a shriek cause my mouth is tied and all, but anyway, I shriek and wiggle in attempt to escape the person's grasp.

I have no Idea how but thank God whatever was tying my mouth got loose. Immediately, I plant a firm bite on the person's back. He yelps in pain, letting me go and I fall on the floor, an 'oof' escaping from my lips. The stranger turns around, ready to carry me again so I panic and us my two legs to powerfully kick him in the- *cough* I mean in between the legs, he groans and drops on the floor.

I look around to find that I 100% have no damn clue about where the hell I am. Not a soul is to be seen except for the three of us. Thankfully, I manage to untie my hands and legs, don't ask me how, I'm also confused.

A hand harshly yanks my arm just as I begin to stand up and starts to practically drag me towards the van.

I yell at the top of my lungs in hope that someone would hear me, "Help!! Let go of me! You mother-"

"WHAT THE HECK IS GOING HERE?!!"

Me, the guy, and pink haired girl's heads all whip around to stare wide eyed at a man aiming a handgun at me. He has jet black hair and dark blue eyes, while the one holding my arm's got dirty blond hair and deep green eyes.

Again, where the hell do I get time to notice all this? As soon as the man appears, the blond dude gets distracted so I take it as my cue and jerk my hand away from him before sprinting away as fast as I can.

Wait, what's that I smell? That's right, freedom! Ah, I could just keep smelling this for my whole life. Too bad for anyone who can't-

I instantly remember the pink haired girl, how scared she looked and how tight the rope was tied around her hands. Oh God, what are they going to do to her? I'm probably the only one who can help- NO. It's none of my business.

...Yes it is.

No it isn't.

Yes it is.

No it isn't.

Yes it- Ughh! What am I doing? I'm wasting time when the situation's already obvious.

I sigh dramatically, turning my head to look behind me as if expecting something before mumbling, "I have to go back."

~

Okay, so, let's just say the whole 'going back' idea didn't really work out well.

I ended up with a bullet wound and a concussion... not exactly, my forehead got bruised from falling. Just a slight cut but, same thing, right?

Right now we're in some kind of basement. The ceiling, walls and floor are all plainly paved with cement and it's literally empty except for a single twitching light bulb and an old but still working ceiling fan. The space is about the size of a basketball court.

We are sitting directly opposite from each other. The atmosphere is a little awkward- wait, scratch that, totally awkward, so she tries to start a conversation.

Keyword is try.

"So... what's your name?" she softly asks me.

"Emily," I simply reply.

"Really? Well I'm Penny," she beams.

"Ok."

Silence.

"Why'd you come back?" Penny questions with more confidence this time, "You could've been free," she slightly furrows her eyebrows.

I came back for you, fool.

I exhale a shaky breath as I remember back when I'd actually escaped. Oh, the smell of freedom... it's gone now.

"I have no Idea," I truthfully say. My legs are crossed and my chin is resting on my hand as I daydream about what would've happened if I hadn't come back.

Penny pulls her knees to her chest, locking her arms around her legs as she's deep in thought. She suddenly laughs, showing off her dimples then says, "While fighting that dude you kinda looked like Naomi Scott from Charlie's Angels."

I laugh hard at the memory of how I pathetically threw punches at the guy. We laugh together for a while before I come up with a comeback, "And you looked like Song Hye Kyo from the Descendants of the Sun."

Her expression turns serious as she looks at me with wide eyes, "You watch K-drama too?!"

I huff, "Watch it? I live it!"

And that, ladies and gentlemen, is how we start to ramble about Korean drama.