Abducted

Bright Eyes

Interviewer: So, tell us your story. What when down on October 24th 2017?

Demi: Well it all started that night. I went outside to let Batman and Cinderella in. When I stepped outside, I noticed that they weren't in there usual spot by the pool chasing fireflies.

Flashback

"Batman, Ella, where are you?" I shouted as I heard a rustle of leaves to my right.

I heard the two faint barks of my pups and some chatter. I grabbed a shovel that was nearby and headed toward the sound. Just as I reached the sound, my two pups came running at me, barking and jumping, trying to get my attention. Just as I turned around to try and calm them down, I was grabbed.

A person with a strong grip wrapped their hand around my mouth and pulled me by my waist. I tried to put them in arm bar, but they had me in a difficult position. As soon as I tried to pull a stunt, I was knocked out by a hard punch. The last thing I saw were my dogs being stuffed into bags. I wasn't sure if they were alive or dead.

I wasn't sure how long I was knocked out, but the next thing I saw was a grey ceiling. The room had an familiar odor I noticed from my childhood. I sat there for a minute not really sure if I should move or not. Half of me thought it was a dream. I wanted to believe it was a dream. Just as I sat up, the door creaked open and a figure walked in. I wasn't sure how they looked at first because of the dim lights.

I slowly slid my hand across the floor looking for anything to grab. I didn't know if anything was around me, but I had to try.

"Don't even try it honey, nothing's there" the figure said, her voice echoing in the room. She turned on the lights, revealing a bunny mask and a dark suit.

"Welcome to Project C" she chuckled throwing a pair of clothes at me. I sat speechless not taking in what was happening. I slowly examined the clothes in my hands and managed to utter out some words.

"What is this?" I questioned trying to lift myself of the ground. My head was light so I fell back to my knees.

"Oh honey those are clothes, they go on your body" she snickered placing her hands on her hips.

"You know damn well I'm not talking about these clothes" I hissed throwing them across the room. "Where the fuck am I?" I screamed finding the strength to rise to my feet.

"I told you already, you're at Project C" she smiled crossing her arms, looking me straight in the eye.

"Project C is an program to isolate all celebrities and strip them of their power" she started to place the floor. "You really think people like Beyonce and Michael Jackson just dropped dead? No silly, they're here, living a better life."

She stopped to look at me "Now get dressed and I'll meet you in the room next to you when you're finished, have fun" she exclaimed and walked out.

I scanned the room to see a bed, dresser, and desk. I spotted a door that I assumed was a bathroom. I was already plotting my escape by now. I crept across the room and picked up the clothes and got dressed.

I had caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror, and I had been stripped of makeup and hair pins. My heart was beating fast as I remembered her taunting words "living a better life".

I got up and headed towards the door she had just left out of. I twisted the door knob, to my surprise, was open. I opened the door, to reveal a brightly colored lobby.

"Hello!" A cheery voice said from behind me. I turned around to a young girl with brightly colored eyes. Her her was curly and short. She looked about 9. "You must be Demi" she said holding her hand out.