Please Tell Me This Is Just A Bad Dream
Two Weeks
2 weeks. They’ve had me locked in this barn for 2 weeks with no communication with any human being. Amanda was dragged out of here the day they punished me, and she hasn’t come yet. I don’t know if they killed her, or if she is locked somewhere else. None of the guys have come in to talk to me, to torture me, nothing. Just to bring me soup once in a while, and that’s it. But it’s been 2 weeks since that day.
I’ve been waiting for the worst to happen; maybe they’re planning a really painful way to kill me, I really don’t know. The only thing that I was certain of was that I was going crazy without human interaction. I haven’t talked to someone in two fucking weeks, not even a ‘hello’. Nothing since the kiss with zacky. Maybe this was their torture; maybe they were waiting for me to get completely crazy. And let me tell you, it was working.
Banging my head against the walls seemed pretty appealing. I needed to do something. I needed to move, to talk, to walk, FUCKING SOMETHING! I was sitting in fetal position against a wall, with my arms hugging my legs. I then began to hit my back against the wall. Gently at the beginning, but then I was banging it against the wall. I felt no pain. I didn’t know if it was bleeding or bruised, nor did I care. But doing that was better than nothing, right?
Shadows POV
“She’s already been there for two weeks. What are you planning, dude?” gates asked me from the chair in front of my desk. We were at my little office; I had a blank stare on my face as I listened to him. I just shook my head.
“Just…never mind it.” I said. Gates sighed, and stood up.
“I don’t know what’s going on in your mind right now, but I know something’s wrong. You haven’t touched her since the day you burned her feet. I’m getting tired of waiting, shads.” He said and with that, left the room. I didn’t move an inch from my position.
I’ve been thinking, actually. These two weeks I haven’t done anything but think. About ginger, about the day we found her in that little motel, and how easy it had been.
Something’s wrong. She’s not like that. Yeah, Ginger’s not the kind of person who gives up so easily. Especially since she had the chance of getting away. Did she let us find her on purpose?Nah, that’s ridiculous. No one in their sane mind would’ve let that happen. But…now that I think about it, it’s not that stupid. As a kidnapper, I knew there were some cases in which victims actually don’t want to escape. Stockholm syndrome. Zacky.
She fell in love with him.
She fell in love with vengeance. I caught them making out once, and now I get why he’s acting so weird when it comes to Ginger. I sighed as I thought about all this. It was the most possible option, since nothing else seemed to fit well. What are you gonna do with her, shadows?
I’ve been waiting for the worst to happen; maybe they’re planning a really painful way to kill me, I really don’t know. The only thing that I was certain of was that I was going crazy without human interaction. I haven’t talked to someone in two fucking weeks, not even a ‘hello’. Nothing since the kiss with zacky. Maybe this was their torture; maybe they were waiting for me to get completely crazy. And let me tell you, it was working.
Banging my head against the walls seemed pretty appealing. I needed to do something. I needed to move, to talk, to walk, FUCKING SOMETHING! I was sitting in fetal position against a wall, with my arms hugging my legs. I then began to hit my back against the wall. Gently at the beginning, but then I was banging it against the wall. I felt no pain. I didn’t know if it was bleeding or bruised, nor did I care. But doing that was better than nothing, right?
Shadows POV
“She’s already been there for two weeks. What are you planning, dude?” gates asked me from the chair in front of my desk. We were at my little office; I had a blank stare on my face as I listened to him. I just shook my head.
“Just…never mind it.” I said. Gates sighed, and stood up.
“I don’t know what’s going on in your mind right now, but I know something’s wrong. You haven’t touched her since the day you burned her feet. I’m getting tired of waiting, shads.” He said and with that, left the room. I didn’t move an inch from my position.
I’ve been thinking, actually. These two weeks I haven’t done anything but think. About ginger, about the day we found her in that little motel, and how easy it had been.
Something’s wrong. She’s not like that. Yeah, Ginger’s not the kind of person who gives up so easily. Especially since she had the chance of getting away. Did she let us find her on purpose?Nah, that’s ridiculous. No one in their sane mind would’ve let that happen. But…now that I think about it, it’s not that stupid. As a kidnapper, I knew there were some cases in which victims actually don’t want to escape. Stockholm syndrome. Zacky.
She fell in love with him.
She fell in love with vengeance. I caught them making out once, and now I get why he’s acting so weird when it comes to Ginger. I sighed as I thought about all this. It was the most possible option, since nothing else seemed to fit well. What are you gonna do with her, shadows?
Notes
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You can't leave it like this! I need an update o.o
12/4/14