Falling Masks

Falling Masks

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The cop climbed out of his car exactly at 12:00 AM. He walked straight into the campus as Everything went silent. Students were moving aside creating a long path for the cop. He kept walking until he stopped at one door. One and only. He stopped at room 317. He knocked the door, but obviously, nobody was there. Why? Because A) that room was mine! B) I was standing far away watching and C) I don't have a roommate. The cop knocked again, as the whispers started to fill the place. I, on the other hand, stayed frozen not knowing what to do. My eyes were wide opened. My heart was beating so fast. I was left with two choices, A) escape. B) Walk to my fate. What to do now? The cop started looking around. I know he would ask students about me. And I still need a few minutes to recover from my shock.
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I never thought my life would be like this; trapped in a dark room and scared for my life. A blindfold was wrapped around my head, covering my eyes, making me completely blind and on high alert. My breathing was ragged and I could smell the mold that was most likely covering most of the room. My hands were tied behind my back, my feet tied together and I was sitting on the floor, propped up against a wall. I heard a slight shuffling across the room that was coming closer to me. I tried my hardest to keep my breathing under control to seem confident and fearless, but in reality, I was shitting my pants and squealing like a scared little girl on the inside. To say I was terrified was a drastic understatement. I was petrified, shaking with fear, but they were not going to know that. "Who are you?!" I demanded. If I was going to die, it would be with the name of my kidnapper. A voice boomed closely to me, "Well, if I told you that, this wouldn't be any fun." **************** Skylar James, a 24 year old girl, is kidnapped by a very well known gang who has a vendetta against her family. In an attempt to find light in her situation, she makes friends with one of the members. Logan Grant was forced into the gang at the young age of 16. He was abused until he became emotionless and ruthless, so that one day, he could rule the gang. Everything was going smoothly until Skylar is brought in. With a blindfold wrapped around her head, he instantly feels bad for her, though he cannot show it. Afraid of getting caught, he shows no emotion while others are around. Though, behind closed doors is a whole other story.

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