Warning: Fiction Horror Story

By Zonna

Lost Again

Chapter Two | Why?

I need to calm myself down. This is very tiring. I just need a break from the world and think about everything and all of the life actions I have made over the years. I need to get out of here. I need to start a new life, a new slate, a fresh start. I guess I should start packing. I grabbed my phone and unlocked it. I Play my Spotify mix so I can escape the world. I turn off my phone and put it in my pocket. I had gotten a headache from crying. I was drained mentally, and physically. I just wanted to leave and escape the cruel world. I want to disappear from reality, live a life that doesn’t feel true, a life that’s away from reality. Tomorrow after school, I’ll go home, finish packing, and then buy a ticket for the bus, I should have enough money so it shouldn’t be a big deal. I decided that I was finished for the day and I was going to go to sleep. I went to the bathroom to take a bath since that is what I would always do, I slowly turned my head to the mirror, my eyes were red and puffy, my nose was bright red, and my eyes were glistening.

Honk! Honk! Honk! MY BUS IS HERE. wait, wait, wait. It’s about to leave. I dashed for the bus, my backpack falling off. I screamed, “Wait, stop, I’m right here!” My bus didn’t stop. It kept going. I was left behind. I guess I have to walk to school again. After the long tiring walk, I finally made it to school. I was exhausted. I was practically dragging my entire body. I was panting like an animal. I walked while dragging my backpack with my last standing finger. I finally can get this day started and finished. I wish the day had already ended. Why you may ask, this is why. Every time I walk into school everyone stares at me… NOT because they're interested in me and want to be friends or something like that, it's because they hate me and I’m known as the weird loner kid. And now it's true, I am a loner. I lost my only friends yesterday, and I have no one. You would think the last year of high school would be the best, it’s the worst. There are so many after-school activities that I always end up going alone, yeah I would be going with the friends I used to have but they always left me to go somewhere else. I always ended up alone crying in a corner or bathroom. It was painful, I hated it. At least after school I can get away from this horrible school and be free from the people inside it. I can finally be my true self again. 

Ding! Ding!! DING! That was the first bell. Welp, time to start this horrible day and listen to the kid’s comments. Ha, look at that it hasn’t even been a minute since I’ve been in school and some kids are making fun of what I’m wearing right now. That’s a new record. This is going to be a funnnnnn day.

Warning: Fiction Horror Story

By Zonna

Lost Again

Chapter Three | A red Mustang?

Finally, it’s the last period and after this, I can leave, leave the world. 

“Psst.” What? Who was that? no one was next to me and everyone was doing their work. “Psst, Psst, Elanor, Psst.” How do they know my name?

“Hello, Who is it?”

“It’s Levi, look up.” I looked upwards and there he was, head peeking out of the vents, staring down at me.

“What do you want, Levi? I don’t want your annoying comments.”

“First off, rude, and secondly, I just wanted to tell you some kids were going to prank you at the end of the period.”

“Why are you telling me this? Shouldn’t you be snickering with them in your tiny little prankster group?”

“I would, but… The prank isn’t just a simple prank, It’s not making fun of your outfit even if you wear a good outfit… It is something far worse than that… Just… Keep an eye out will you?”

“Okay, fine, I will. Thanks for telling me Levi, you may not be the nicest person but… Thanks” Levi nods at me, disappearing into the abyss. I did indeed keep an eye out for Levi’s friend group and see if they were going to play any pranks on me.

Weirdly, they didn’t. Luckily for me, I was able to get out of this school and away from everyone. I walked home, I didn’t feel like taking the bus. Why would I? I would’ve just gotten sworn at or something like water or food dropped on me. I walk home, a slow and painful walk. Kids stared at me like hawks. With every step I took, I felt like I was being judged. When I first started walking it was 2:50, it's now 3:30, and I’m still not even close to being home. I started to regret walking home, my legs barely managing to carry my body weight. My head pounding, and my heart was racing like a race car driver. As cars drive by me one stands out particularly…

A red Mustang was following me, every turn I took the car took it too. Every pathway I took they always found a way to follow me. I couldn’t escape them. The car stops… Three tall muscular, broad-shouldered men came out of the car. Two of them holding an object. The first person to get out of the car had a huge grin, practically grinning from ear to ear. He held a high heel in his left hand, his grip, tight around it. I was sweating but I wasn’t hot. Trembling so much my bones were shaking with fear as soon as they appeared. The second one to come out of the car had a tight denim jacket on, holding a pen, like a knife. Lastly, was the creepiest one, he had scars all over his face, and not one spot was free from them. He looked tough and acted tough. He wasn’t holding anything and didn’t need to, just by looking at him I was already trembling in my black, three-inch tall, two-inch thick, high heel.

“Now, what’s a pretty lady like you walking alone?” The first one spoke, he was the leader. He told the other two to stand behind me. He kept staring at me with an uncomfortable grin and look in his eyes. 

“I-I was just w-walking home.” I barely could get any words out. I had to force them out. My lungs were collapsing, my anxiety almost taking over my body entirely. 

 “Why don’t we walk with you? You’know? Just’ta keep you safe. Don’t know what creeps are walking around at this time.” His grin got wider with every word he spoke. He was the creep. I knew this was a lose-lose situation. If I said yes, these 3 muscular men would be walking with me and would probably hurt me but if I said no they would probably hurt me either way. So I decided to go with the more obvious answer. I shook my head. The man’s grin immediately turned angry, he wasn’t smiling anymore. His fists clenched around the heel. 

“Well, you don’t have a choice now.” He yanked my arm and put his other arm around my shoulders. The high heel was close to my neck. “Where do you live?” He spoke as he gritted his teeth.

“I-I-I l…live, a-at seventy-two, s-sherlock p…pleasant view drive.”

“Okay, start walking then. We have a long walk ahead of us.”

An hour later. We got to my house. My entire arm was now red from the man gripping it. A small, circular, bright red indent from the high heel was left on my neck from him. 

“O-Okay, t-this is i-it.” I was stuttering like a mess. It hadn't gotten better, only worse. I could barely get any of the words out. 

“Thank you, baby.” His voice rang through my head. A shiver was sent down my spine. They were up to trouble. I could tell. My gut could tell. I had that deep gut feeling, the feeling someone gets when they know something bad will happen, the goosebumps that crawl over a person’s arms and skin, the nausea that comes from pondering a horrific outcome. 

His grip tightened around my shoulder. “Why don’t we go inside?” He spoke in a deep, flirty voice. I don’t know what this guy’s motive is and I don’t wanna know. I only managed a nod. I had given up on speaking I didn’t want to stamper anymore. The man shoves me towards my door. “Open it. Now.” His voice turned stern, losing all of its friendliness although it didn’t have any. I got my keys out of my back pocket. If only none of this happened. If only my parents picked me up. If only the red Mustang never showed up. I would be home, safe, packing. But now. Now I can’t do any of that. I get the door unlocked and open it. I felt the emptiness consume me. The vibe wasn’t the same now that Miss. Livia left me alone. She was a good guardian but life-controlling. Everything depended on what she said. I could make no decisions for myself, she always had to have her opinion on it. The man shoves me inside as I get the door open. I put down my keys on the coffee table next to the door. All 3 men come inside, looking around. One pushes me to the couch, forcing me to sit down. The leader kneels in front of me. “Now. You are going to give us anything you value and if you don’t… It will NOT end pretty, understood?” I nod quickly, fear taking over my body. The guy holding me lets me up and I go to my room, two of them follow me. I grab most of my valuable things, putting them in a bag. I grab my teddy bear, they won’t want this even though it’s valuable to me. They probably just mean money. I keep it and if they want it I’ll just give it to them. I hope they don’t want it. “Wait… What was that?”

“O-Oh this b-bear?” I held up the teddy bear towards them, the white color of the bear shining proudly in the light.

“Yes, that. You hesitated. Why?” My throat wells up, struggling to get the words out.

“O-Oh… I-It’s n-nothing, s-some stupid o-old bear I g-got.” They knew I was lying. They could see right through me.

“Give it here.” He held his hand out toward me. I reluctantly put the bear in his hands and he immediately tore it.

“Don’t get attached to items, since that’ll just happen. And you don’t want that happening, do you, love?’ I watched in horror as he dropped the pieces of what used to be my beloved Teddy bear on the floor. As I stared at it, he took my chin with his index finger and thumb and tilted upwards. “I think I’m gonna keep ya.” My eyes widened like a deer in headlights. What did he just say? Keep me? I’m not an animal that is up for grabs. He grabbed my wrist tightly, and a red mark immediately appeared, getting redder and redder with every second. He dragged me down the stairs, carrying the bag with his free hand. Tears welled up in my eyes, I had just lost my only memory of my brother, Milo. He always treated me correctly, except for the normal sibling play tackling. He was the definition of an angel. He was always kind to anyone and everyone, making sure no one got left behind. His hazel eyes show his love and compassion for the world. They were a mix of everything just like my brother. Him having a little bit of every feeling out there. His long, silky, dark brown hair, was always perfect and clean, which suited him. He made sure to keep his appearance up and look his best. His closet was always filled with suits or fancy clothes. You would rarely ever see my brother in sweats, or a tank top. The only thing he didn’t wear that was fancy was a hoodie because he got cold easily. He loved being comfortable at home just in front of our family. If someone asked who the most perfect being in the world was. It had to be my brother. He was the definition of perfect. This made me jealous since Mom and Dad considered him the perfect child, so they compared me to him every chance they got. Any single thing I did slightly wrong was never good enough for them. Enough about my dysfunctional family. I'm getting kidnapped and here I am talking about my brother. If I was paying attention and not reliving my past. I would've realized I was tied up in their car, I’m next to a different person than the one who was holding my arm. He had thick, dark brown hair, his curls just barely identified. His muscles bulged with every move he made. He was handsome but terrifying to look at. I think his name was Scar. I heard about him once. Rumors of course, he shoplifted at a store, supposedly just getting food, but there is always more to the story than what’s being said or to the eye. He didn’t seem as mean as the others. He had a sad smile like he was trying to hide his feelings from the world, trying to keep up a persona. I’ve seen that smile plenty of times. The two driving were speaking to each other in hushed tones, ensuring I couldn’t hear. Probably planning on what they were gonna do with me. My body was still trembling despite nothing happening, I guess I still had a little bit of adrenaline in me. My head started pounding, first softly, then quickly becoming aggressive. I think Scar if that’s his name, noticed I was in pain because it gently grabbed my arm, near where my wrists were tied. It felt… comforting, to say the least. He gave me a little hope that it wouldn’t be so bad after all. Maybe, we could get close and form a friendship. What am I saying? I would never be friends with someone like him. He is just another delinquent. 

I mumble in a quiet voice, “Why? Why are you so nice?” His eyes furrowed in confusion.

“What do you mean?” His voice had a natural harsh and stern tone, but he didn’t seem like he was trying to be harsh or stern toward me. He seemed like he was just trying to understand me. 

“You’re not hurting m-me but comforting me.”

“Oh, that.” He paused. He blankly looked at the front, an emotionless expression covering his face. He was indifferent. “It’s nothing, just a habit. Don’t overthink it.” His tone had a hit of harshness to it. He wasn’t playing around anymore. I decided being quiet would be for the best. I didn’t want to anger him and get myself into a horrible situation.