Worst. Headache. Ever. I groaned, trying to stretch and work out the kinks in my body. I tried to reach my head to rub away the throbbing pain that was present, but my arms wouldn't move. The muscles in my shoulders were sore from whatever position they've been stuck in. I opened my eyes, hoping to see some sort of light, but all that was there was more darkness. Yanking on my wrists, I felt something rough rub against my inner arm, grating my wrist as it slid back and forth. A rope. Of course, it was a rope. Why wouldn't I have a rope tied around my wrists?

It wasn't a dream then, was it? Walking home from school. The cloth on my face. That terrible smell. It was all real. I fought against my bindings, only to learn that my feet were bound as well. Based off the situation, it was pretty obvious that I was tied to a chair. Why? I had no clue. But I sure as hell was going to find out.

"Hello?" I shouted into the darkness. "Hello? Is anyone there? Can anyone hear me?" I thrashed around in my chair, praying for an escape. The room was silent, save for my heavy breathing. Oh, god. Breathe. In. Out. In. Out.

I felt a buzz on my butt. Flinching from the sudden vibration, I stared at where it came from. Was it possible? A faint light shone from my back pocket. My phone, forgotten until now, was the source. Knowing this may be my only chance, I twisted and pulled my wrists, trying to grab my phone. After a few minutes and several pauses because I thought I heard footsteps, the phone slid into my palms. Letting out the breath I'd been holding, I craned my neck, trying to get a good look at the screen.

Somehow, I unlocked the phone and got to the history page. 21 missed calls from Callie. 23 missed messages from Callie. 17 new voicemails. 9 missed calls from Dad. 13 missed calls from Mom. My clock read 11:11. I chuckled at how ironic it was. Here I was, tied to a chair in a dark room, and the wishing time was now. As Callie would say, "Make a wish, Jazzy." I sighed. Oh, how I wished this was a dream. Let's hope she answers.

I clicked call, putting the phone on speaker. Breathing loudly, I prayed that she would pick up. I heard the annoying trill of the dialing tone fade away, replaced by the crackling of speakers.

"Hello?" A tired voice yawned into the phone.

"Callie?"

"Jas? What-" I heard a rustle and another yawn. "So now you decide to call? I left you 45 messages and now you-"

"Callie! You have to help me. I've been kidnapped. I'm tied to a chair. You have to help. Call the police. Call the FBI, Cal! I don't care, but you gotta-"

"Woah, slow down. I just got up. What'd you say?"

"I was on my way home and someone drugged me. I was kidnapped Cal!" I whispered frantically, my voice slowly rising.

"Jas, calm down."

"No, you calm down. I'm tied to a fucking chair! Callie, a fucking chair!"

"Jas, where are you?"

I shot glances around the room, searching for some hint or clue. "I don't know. It's dark and I don't know." Tears formed in my eyes as thoughts of never being found flooded my mind.

"Jazzy-girl, I'm gonna call the police, okay?" I heard muffled noises, running footsteps, and things being knocked over through the phone.

"No! Don't leave me. Callie, you can't leave me. Don't hang up. Please don't hang up!" I pleaded, the tears spilling over the rims of my eyelids, racing down my cheeks.

"Okay, okay." Callie's voice sounded stuffy. I heard a sniffle or two. "I'll call off a different phone, okay? I'll stay on the line. Don't go anywhere Jas." I nodded, even though I knew she couldn't hear that.

"I'm scared, Cal. I don't wanna die." I cried, sobs escaped my restraint. The choking sounds of me trying to hold it all in filled the empty area, echoing off the walls.

"You're not gonna die, Jas. You're gonna be fine. You'll be home before you know it." She tried to reassure me, but I could hear it through her facade. She couldn't control what happened. She had no idea what was gonna happen. And yet, she tried to comfort me, even though she probably knew it was doing nothing for my nerves and fears. Then I heard a beep. And then another. I looked down through my tears. My phone flashed, my battery level blinking on the front. 3 percent left.

"Oh, no, no, no. Callie! My phone, it's dying! No, Callie. You gotta help me, you gotta help me, you gotta help me." I mumbled over and over, my head hanging low.

"Jas, it'll be fine. I'm with the police now." I heard her talking in the background, her voice loud though she wasn't talking into the phone.

"No, Cal, you don't understand. It's gonna die! Callie, you gotta help me. You gotta help, Callie, you gotta help. Help me." The words flooded from my mouth in a never-ending tidal wave of fear. I couldn't stop the mumbles. I barely heard the final beep of my dying phone or the powering-down music that always pisses me off or saw the room go officially pitch-black. None of it registered.

And still, I mumbled, "Help me, Callie, help me."

I mumbled until my voice was hoarse. I mumbled until my mouth was so dry it started cracking and bleeding. I mumbled until I wasn't even fully conscious. I mumbled until a door slammed open. It wasn't until then that my voice finally broke, along with the hope of an easy escape.

Notes

So Chapter 2...dun dun dun! So I have two questions for everyone who reads this!

1. Who do you think the captor will be?
2. Why do you think the kidnapper did what he did?

Just want to know what all of you lovely people are thinking! I'll update soon, I promise.