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Dark.

That was the first thing that popped into my mind as I slowly fluttered my eyes slowly, wincing at the slight pain from my throbbing head.

I reached my hand out to attempt to soothe my head but a tight chain clunked loudly and my eyes widened at this realisation.

I struggled as I pulled both arms free but I was only shocked to find both of my arms tied behind my back with a thick rope as I was situated on a chair. I wriggled in my seat, anxiety creeping in.

My heart began to pump loudly through my ears as millions of thoughts swarmed in my throbbing head. Where was I? What happened to me!

A cold shiver ran down my spine as goosebumps surfaced upon my soft skin as my mouth felt tight and dry, my tongue running over my chapped lips.

"H-help!" I cried out into the darkness but I was only returned with my echo in response causing my heart to tighten in fear.

Okay Grace , deep breaths, I thought to myself as I closed my eyes, attempting to gain some realistic calm thoughts but my mind was blank as I felt my body shoot into alert mode.

"Damn it!" I cried out in anger as I lurched from my seat, trying to free myself but it was no use.

A light flickered in the distance in the darkness before me as the occasional splashes of light would luminance the metal steel door that stood underneath it.

A shaky cry racked through my dry throat as my eyes widen in fear. My stomach dropped and I almost felt like puking.

The thought of being kidnapped almost made me want to hurl but I bit on the inside of my cheek, forcing myself not too.

I needed to relax, and to think.

Closing my eyes, I pushed away my anxious thoughts and tried to remember the last thing that had happened.

I remember that I was walking home from school and then...

Nothing.

Blank. I shake my head as I try to refresh my memory as I think back to a few hours ago. I was at school, walking home until darkness seemed to envelop my thoughts once again.  It seemed that mind was blank and the thought of my safety and well-being being in danger, I hadn't realised I had been kicking violently in this chair that I sat upon.

"Help!" I scream out helplessly into the dark room, silence replying back eagerly. Hot tears are now streaming down my cheeks as my body continues to thrash in survival instinct mode as my shaky lips part.

"Somebody, please!"

I knew it was hopeless. I had watched too many kidnapping movies with my family to evidently realise that screaming out int nothing would do no good. So why did I do it?

Hearing my heavily placed breaths, I try to control my breathing as a I breathe in and out through my mouth.

Breathe.

But I couldn't.

I couldn't calm down or control my ragged breathing. I couldn't not stop thrashing around in my seat, screaming for someone to help.

My life was on the line. I was scared. And for the first time in my life, I felt an unknown feeling swirling around in my heart and dropping to my stomach.

Fear.

"Please.." I softly now cry out as I begin to realise my thrashing in this chair was useless as the rope burned my wrists and ankles the more I moved. I began to sob to myself out loud as my tormented wails fill the four walled room.

I felt suffocated.

Trapped.

Hopeless.

What now? What was to become of me? Would I be in this tiny black room forever? Would help ever come? Were my mother and father desperately searching for me?

My body sank into the chair as I watched my jeans beneath me begin to wet as my tears slap against it. I could hear my heart beat strumming ever so harshly against my chest as if it could jump out at any moment.

Happy thoughts. Think happy thoughts.

"Somebody.."

My voice cracks. It was hopeless now.

There was no one coming to get me.

Had I lost faith this easily?

Squeezing my eyes together tighter than before, I stifle a yawn beckoning to erupt and before long, I don't fight the hungry sleep that devours me in seconds.

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NOT SURE HOW I FEEL ABOUT THIS STORY BUT IM JUST GOING ALONG WITH IT

HAS NOT BEEN EDITED