captured

Chapter 1

When I wake up I actually always see a white ceiling with lots of stickers on it.
But this morning there wasn't anything on it. It was cracked and had the deep color of a grey.
I wanted to get up, but something was pulling me down. I tried it over six times and each time I felt panic rising up in me.
"Hello?", I croaked.
I looked down at me and almost screamed. There were shackles at each hand and on my legs. What was going on here? I had a lump in my throat.
"Hello?", I said, now a bit louder. Nothing.
I rattled the chains but nothing happened. I screamed and rattled harder and harder but nothing seemed to move. When I stopped, I realized that I was crying.
"Help me.", I sobbed.
After some panic attacks I stared at the ceiling again. I turned my head to the side.
Was here something that might could be useful?
I saw a big mirror on a wall, an old brown chair, a mattress, a sink, some toys and other useless stuff.
I looked down at me again and saw that I was wearing only a white thin dress.
Oh my gosh. Who dressed me like that? Maybe that person would come back and might kill me or do other creepy things.
When I had a new panic attack I was interrupted by a loud thud. Was anyone else here laying on a table? I had to find it out. I took a deep breath and told myself over three times too think of a good idea. But the only thing I could think of, was the mad man who was probably going to stab me.
My hands were sweating so I wanted to cool them under the could metal table. When I groped the table I felt something. It was loose. I could turn it out.
When I did, I looked at my hands. It was a sharp screw!
My heartbeat got faster when I realized that I could maybe split the leather chains with it.
I tried it and it took a long time. At first it felt like it took twenty minutes to get a crack in the leather but after that, It wasn't that hard anymore.
I got one hand free. Oh gosh. I smiled and cried again, this time because of my happiness.
The next hand was way easier to free. I looked at my hands and wanted to laugh out loud. But I controlled myself not to.
I heard a sound.
I shocked and immediately I lay down. Was the murderer coming right now? If he saw me trying to escape he'd probably try to change that and...
Ok. Calm down, Yvette.
Maybe it was just a broom which fell down.
I took a deep breath and split my foot chains. free. I was free.
I wanted to get up, but then I realized that my head was still tied and I pulled it off.
I sat up and my naked feet touched the could floor. It was so cold, it was almost hurting.
I ventured a quick glance into the mirror and was startled.
My hair was sticky and I had dark circles. Who was that person I was looking at?
Yesterday she was sitting next to her boyfriend in front of the bonfire. She was celebrating her 17th birthday with her friends. And now she was captured somewhere and a murderer was probably running through this house. How did I got here? Who brought me here? Why am I even here?
I had to find it out.
With shaking hands I went to the door. I would count to three and then just open it. 1.2.3
I pulled the doorknob down, but the door was locked.
Perfect.
I sighed and sat on the old chair. While I was staring at the table I discovered a cup. Curious I stood up and went to the table. I looked inside the cup and saw a brown liquid. I hold my hands around the cup.
it was still warm.