"Fucking hell! Cryston, can't you do anything right?!"Alisha, a victim of once again caring too much for those that are around her, screamed as she banged the palms of her hands against the spine prickling cold metal wall in the pitch blackness and grudgingly listened to the echoing torturement. At the time, she had a idea of where she was but it was very weak and she didn't trust it enough to build off it; she barely knew how she got there and she was two afraid to find out anymore, and she did not under any cercumstance want to know why. Cryston, Alisha's mistaken, blonde moment of a life friend, is a five foot, eight inch, deep and dark, brunette with amazing, deep, green eyes, that you could get lost in without trying and multiple personalities, or in other words she was bipolar, like she could be that always sunny loving the world girl, country or hippy. It didn't matter or she could be that girl who always has the look that says: "I'm going to kill you; if you come any where near me," and dressed in all black, like the pushed in the corner gothic, or her beloved, angel in the ground of a mother. Alisha is a five foot, six inch, strawberry blonde with eyes that changed depending on the day and Alisha's mood, and she too has multiple personalities or bipolerism, they are way too much like sisters, in Alisha's opinion. She is almost but not exactly the same as Cryston.Cryston and Alisha were planning to have a girls night out and go to their favorite bar (which was always packed to the point of no breathing room). They were wearing skimpy laced shirts that barely covered anything that involved their belly buttons or breasts and jeans that made it impossible to move and bend. They both had drinks in hand and Cryston was on the dance floor with somebody tall, tanned, and muscular.A dude that looked almost exactly the same, commented Alisha by walking up behind her on the sticky,never cleaned, beer covered, reminder of home floor and whispering very wet and sexy in her ear;"Looking hot today."Alisha jumped at the unexpected voice, but then got into a long maybe too revealing and open conversation with this handsome stranger, completely forgetting that she was trying to find where Cryston had just ran off to. Alisha was always the mothering type, ever since age four when she realized it was best if she started taking care of her two younger siblings; it didn't matter to her who you are, she would be your mother if you gave her half a chance which would only take half a second. She wasn't really good at relationships all of her boyfriends started to call her "mom" after a while.She didn't freak out at first when she couldn't just look at the dance floor and see Cryston. One: because she didn't want to scare off the red haired, green eyed man away. And two: because she figured Cryston just went out for a smoke and would be back any minute.After fifteen minutes went by, Alisha, getting antsy remembers saying to the man that she had just found out has the name of John and moved to Carolina from Georgia on legal accounts, "Excuse me, but I have to go see where my friend is, you just . . .you just stay here, okay?!" Alisha walked away quickly, looking through the crowd with quick glimpses, trying to find Cryston in the mess of sweaty hookers, alcoholics, drug dealers and junkies, and the random of the street town loner.She checked in the bathroom for Cryston and almost let a blood curdling scream escape her lips. She could not believe her eyes, nor did she want to. She knew automatically, that Cryston was not out for a smoke or taking a piss, but she was somewhere Alisha did not want her to be. A dark, sad, lonely place where your worst nightmares come alive. Cryston has been kidnapped. The proof was all over the bathroom, in the air, the sinks, one of the light pastel green stalls, and staring straight at Alisha in the middle of the floor. On the floor, was Cryston's bright blue sparkle covered shoe was left in the middle of the room with the tiniest specks of blood on the bottom of the heel like it had been stabbed into someone somewhere really sensitive. Alisha's thoughts ran wild. 'Where was her friend? Was she okay? Is she even alive? Is this all a dream? Was this really happening? How could this be happening? But, then the one thought that runs through everybody's mind in a situation like this: Why didn't this happen to me?' Alisha shook her head for as long as she can remember she has always refused to even think that way. There was no way was she giving up now; she needed to get help. She needed to find her friend, her sister, her family, and even her life. Cryston was there for her, and Alisha is going to do the same for Cryston, even if it meant going against every rule she ever made for herself, and asking a complete stranger for help. Before she did that, she thought about the possibility that Cryston did go outside for a smoke, or in a drunken clamber of limbs, lace, and sparkles. Alisha didn't know that this decision was going to mess with her fate, and Cryston's.Alisha remembers walking outside of the bar and seeing the black shapes of the cars that were lining the streets, but this is not all she remembers. Alisha remembers seeing the guy named John that she was talking to just three minutes ago, but this time he did not have a genuine smile on his face, or the lust of wanting to get in her panties in his eyes. No, this time he had the menacing look of a murder and a crowbar in his left hand. "Shit." That was all Alisha had time to say. She didn't have time to think about running, no, too much shock for that. When the crowbar went up and slammed down on her head with extreme force, Alisha's eyes followed the crowbar. She watched every little shine sleek across the bar, watched every movement of his arm, every twitch of his muscle; she watched everything and knew that this exact moment would haunt her nightmares for the rest of her life. Then the lights shut off and everything went blank, black, and lonely, and Alisha crashed to the ground bouncing her head off the cement sidewalk. She faded in and out of consciousness and could tell that he was transporting her to where ever, in a car; and by the lack of light, she could guess she was in the trunk of a car or the back of a windowless van. But Alisha was too light headed and dizzy to move, or for that matter think. She was though, just light headed and dizzy enough to the point that she did not want to even try staying awake, nor did she just want to try to think and figure out what she did to deserve this and trying to figure a way out and a way to undo whatever it was that she did. All Alisha wanted to do is give up on life, give up trying, and just give up everything.She fell asleep thinking of her favorite quote;"When I first saw you, you took my breath away. When you first talked to me I couldn't think. When you asked me out I couldn't respond. When you touch me, I got shivers all through out my body. And when we first kissed I floated away in my dreams. It's magic each time we hold each other, each time we cuddle, and each time we kiss. I feel goosebumps all over again. I never want to let you go for the fear of losing you so I just hold on a little bit tighter each day refusing to let go. You'll never know the warmth I feel inside of me when I'm with you. You're all I have ever wanted,"She had know idea who it was by all she knew is that it comforted her, it let her think of her long gone boyfriend without crying.What happened was, three years ago Alisha let herself fall for her hometown bad boy. To her, he was perfect, she always had him on her mind, and she could not see or even here any other guys. They went on a date and Alisha thought it was perfect up until the tragedy that haunts her every night happened:Her and her boyfriend, Tommy, were going for a backwoods, muddy, drive in his new metallic black, Chevrolet-Silverado, pickup. Tommy did what he always used to do, he purposely got stuck somewhere and he would turn up the radio. They would make love in the back of his truck, and watch the stars till well after midnight. It had started to rain this time and normally Alisha would head back to dry protection, but this time she thought about, rolled up on her hip, and slammed her face into his. He knew then what she had in mind. They both sat up continuing two make out and further get in the mood when Alisha slipped her hand down to his knee and made her way up the inseam of his jeans till her fingers met there mark. The couple had sat there for three or four days before a search and rescue team had found them. By than Tommy's head wounds had bled out and Alisha had just watched the one and only love of her life slip through her fingertips and die away. The F.B.I. decided she was clearly way too traumatized to answer any of the detectives' questions, so they let her go with one exception if she got someone to drive her. There was no way that they were going to let her drive late at night in her condition, afraid that she might try suicide just to be with Tommy again. That was when she realized just how good of a friend Cryston really is when she was the one to show up even though Alisha called almost everyone else that she knew at the time. No one but Cryston came through, and Alisha put and emotional attachment on her than; sort of like a sister that has been through everything with you, right there beside you, feeling your pain.
