Suicidal HOLD/EDITING

chapter 2 part 4

Jenny

Chapter 2-Part 4

I woke up in a dark room. The window blinds were blocking the suns light from coming in, and the bedroom light was off. When I sat up, I noticed the man that had attacked me sitting on the end of the bed. He had fallen asleep in his chair. I began to remember what had happened. My hand still has some blood leaking from it, but it looks like he bandaged it up perfectly. Was this man in a medicine class or something?

Slowly and quietly, I climbed out of the bed and stumbled as I stood up. Luckily I caught myself before I fell down. Carefully, I walked passed him, but as I stumbled behind him, I felt as if someone had grabbed my wrist and pulled me down.

"Where do you think you're going?" he asked me.

"Let me go!" I kicked him in the knee cap, causing him to fall the floor as I heard a cracking sound. I was free and ran out the door. Then I ran down stairs and out the front door, where it began to rain. The place I was in was not familiar to me.

I ran down the streets and neighborhoods screaming for help, but no one paid any attention to me. After a while, my throat had hurt, so I stopped. Finally, I was found downtown in the strange city, sitting in a wet, cold alley way. Tears ran down my face as I lay my head into my knees.

Finally, I hear footsteps coming towards me. I grew scared to find out who it was, but I instinctively looked up and saw a woman. She wore dark clothing and her hair was even black. She looked down at me with a cigarette in her mouth and spoke.

"What are you doing sitting here in the rain? Need some help?" her voice was crackling, but somehow beautiful.

"Yes please, I was kidnapped by a man, and now I don't know where I am. No one will listen to me." I stood up to meet eye to eye with her. She took the cigarette out of her mouth and let it drop to the ground.

"So you must be that girl I heard on the news. How bout you come with me to work, and I'll let you call your mother." she began to walk out of the alley way. I followed her in the rain. Both of us didn't have anything to protect us from the rain.

I looked down to see my feet, but instead saw red marks on her wrists. She tried to cover them with thick, wide bracelets. I didn't bother to ask, but instead, stayed quiet.

"So your names Jenny, right?" the woman asked.

"Yeah, what's your name?"

"Marie Anderson."